Crush a stone to powder fine,
animated with artificial life.
Eyes sleepless sunken and blackened,
stung with the taste of artificial passion.
Crush a stone, sting my nose,
this is how we decompose,
eat a hole with shards of burning
fire, Within the cloudy rocks
of soft numbing desire.
I saw an emptiness in our eyes,
saw the shadow of death
following closely behind,
Falling out of the morning sky,
Yesterday I had flown so high
rocks of glass cut
in a sharp straight lines.
aspirations for the flies
Graze the devils lips,
soar naseous restless & sick
poisoned by the fleeting pleasure of
ephemeral bliss.
Everything so inspired intrigued,
The air as smooth as the smoke I
breathe, body heavy from lack of sleep,
dust scalding and white as bone,
these eyes will never close.