Shadow men move against time
their grit and pain fuck the eyes of the night
into a pillow-biting corner
where fairy dust expires and the cunt sap dries upon touch.

The world coughs
and these two are built.
Fused by a firehell disease,
they form the bond of deception.

I'm still trying to convince everyone that murder
is a form of sexual deviance...

04/19/2013