The tongue of pain,
A sip of blood,
Delicious taste
Of precious mud...
The gold of sweet
On gummy sculls,
A smile of trash
On lips of gulls.
Your poisoned friends
Are seeking sky.
They flock and drug,
They fuck and die.
The Moon-face grins,
It swallows tides.
Its soul sleeps.
In dreams it cries.
A wave of fluke
Will sink your hate.
In sea of silt
It can`t but wait.
It keeps a gun
With sickly pills
To cure earthquakes
Or the thrills.
Your being is fiction,
Your dream is mire.
You rave and rove
And set on fire.
Can`t stop your race
In bloody rain.
A flash of dark
Will full your pain.
