i saw the grave stones

i saw nine year old boys

somehow i knew

they hated me

you can live as long as

you want to live

lately all i want is to be

in you hole

sleep without a dream

as cold as it seems

its my destiny

how many men have been

in your sacred hole

(how many dead men god?)

as i spread her thighs

my life flashes

before my eyes

soothing, disturbing

i'm intoxicated with fear

how many men have died?

in your dirty hole

how many men lay dead

from this killing hole