The Yield of darkness
In the tomb
I see her
Better than the world
Better than god
The bone of my flesh
The terrible look
A trapped animal
Trapped in the walls of anguish
Deeper into the night
The carnal hose of the soul
Shaking itself free
Of the bonds of dharma
We lived in black dreams
Made of stitches we could not find
Sucking us in
Making everything an underworld
With fists of laughter
Revolving around phantom satellites
As the beast looks into us
Doubled barreled
In barbed plumes
An insatiable itch
Cool as chaos
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