How many dark spots do you have,
Lizards and crocodile scream
to see you knitting lips on lips.
Papers mock your hubris hands
Ruffles and hibernation
In the planets of chivalry
in the swamp of lies
I see your lies and eyes,
A corrosion of rock.
I am a piece of molten clock
and
Your dark fingers are bait
like burning of ashes
cold powder.
Burial grounds smirk,
vicious cigars, vicious you
Discomfort intrudes my throat
with swollen ebbs of a horizon
I am a distorted voice
to see your insane games
only
I am more rapturous to
see you dying.
®MVS