|
Til' the needle |
|
Finds the vein |
|
The drug hits |
|
Eyes grow dim |
|
Deconstruction, purified |
|
Sublimation intensifies |
|
Habit hardens veins |
|
Softens the bleakness |
|
Softens the bleakness a marker for disease |
|
A hole where we leak out of existence |
|
A long lingering in my throat |
|
As all life's blood drains away |
|
The body suspended in the dark |
|
Bitter gall hiding like organs |
|
In a jar blackened and grinning |
|
Twisting and contorted tipped with poison |
|
The malodorous mix of bottom feeders |
|
Crawl from the primordial soup stunted and deformed |
|
Flesh eaten to the bone eaten from the inside |
|
Bones crushed crushed to dust |
|
Nothing escapes but poison |
|
The body radiates violence a parasite of thought |
|
Deconstruction, purified |
|
Sublimation intensifies |
|
Habit hardened veins |
|
Softens the bleakness |
|
Deconstruction intensified |
|
Softens the bleakness |
|
All life's blood drains away |
|
All life's blood drains away |
|
Habit hardened veins |
|
All life's blood drains away |
|
All life's blood drains away |
|
Deconstruction sublime |
