No one survives such an attack We all stood like monuments baring the nails in her back Still moving sinews in a graceful impression of life shyly the arms, shyly the breasts fold, fear, die
Ten fingers driven through the heart, through the core I stare into these strange, magnetic eyes and wonder, wonder for you, wonder for me are the demons there?
I knew it all the time: The misanthropes were right to crucify themselves in the need of a saviour. Still moving sinews struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn, caught in the nest of the impending dark fate.
Ten fingers driven through the heart, through the core I stare into these strange, magnetic eyes and wonder, wonder for you, wonder for me are the demons there?
Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges where our faces stiffen, plagued with the frost of disease Our capsules barely meet
The worms of disorder like living black numbers that drip from her pergament skin Joined in sweet fury to anoint the decay fragile and reddened in lifelost array
Ten fingers driven through the heart, through the core I stare into these strange, magnetic eyes and wonder, wonder for you, wonder for me are the demons there?