Drown In Spit

Clipped wings, please God
Stop headbutting the wall
Fuck God

She fell alive
I came apart
A complicated work of art
Ejaculation spared the womb
Exhilaration bred the gloom

(I am your God, hyperbole)
Attack
Believe
I am nothing with no future

(Nature is my crux, nailed to my own precious cross)
I sold my soul
She came too soon
A fetishistic anteroom
Somnambulation weakened sin
The barbed wire cross allowed them in

(Passionate in life, I am a fucking dog)
Separate, dissonant and dangerous and sentient

(Salivating organs, tense abdomen, beaten repeatedly, second pleasure)
Cry for me when my sex dies
By my own hand I’ll stop you drowning
Satiate my warped desire
And you will hear my hungry howling

(Power, power, power, power, power, power
Power, power, power, power, power unto death)
Cry for the death of my sex
Drown in my glorious spit