i’ve seen the great towers crumble and the washed-up bodies rot i’ve been to the houses where they cut the children and they had all their blood drained out i’ve heard the cries they make when you cut them and how little is left when they’re done i was bored so i had hell reenacted i’ve made plans and i’ve put them in action
a need to repudiate a compulsion to repeat repeat, repeat the same mistakes eventually, we’ll succeed death drive over a cliff down into the sea with me
i’ve seen fecund cancers spread from lung to heart to head to toe i’ve heard the suburbs go ricin quiet and strange white masses swarm i’ve heard prophets whisper hate and featureless flesh attempt to crawl i’ve seen the poor eat medical waste and the rich not eat at all
i’ll choke you until you like it and i’ll like it too we’ll make art out of violence and the medium is you
now i understand why you left and never came back just back to haunt me