another step toward the simplicity of suicide a touch of sordid pederasts and lives a trifle taste of a sweet pesticide like nectar on the lips of never shed the light of day upon the clasping hands that grey the love that never would betray and sway towards a skinned belief that all the tortured dreams of lifeless scenes and squared beads can shudder out the waifs of timidness i love to think you d taste my blood lick it out of my throat as i begin to die slowly slowly at first never quickly tear away the  crawling creatures living in my head but i won t question all the hate that never leaves and carries children by their ears towards a questing leverage of coring lust for repentence that comes and goes i ll never know as all my life spirals below and i give way to something known only as a godful dismay