erase the pictures from my mind

eliminate the presence of your kind

unloose the strings of instinct laws

just to fall into some other jaws



in pounding afternoon I rise

for the pleasure of dying twice

a wingcut anges in decline

breathe my air and I'll be fine



put your teeth in me

carve your name in me

I don't care if there is something

that I'm blind to see



invite yourself and feel free

to pick up splinter of debris

it's in your sys. ex

subdues all that's delusive



initially this lie I'd recoil

but again I crawl this dirty soil

of all possessions I did treasure

this one's strictly for her pleasure