el

pins.
needles.

those things slide down my throat.

rope through the breakfast and taste a barrel.

a barrel with a hollow tip bottom.



the bang will be loud. but you wont hear it.


you feel that.
the bloody bits.
thats the love.
and you must live with it.



christ i know what it's like
to eat nails.

and prretend to enjoy the taste.
the tinge it leaves in your stomach.

but thats what we live with.

greed and frolic.

rip from your soul all that is left.

give way for the nighttime.

give daytime a moon,

and slide down the pole
to the depths of noildoof.

occupy your space with holy torture.