Empty of regret
Full of toxins
He is impure perfection
Insanity bottled and released
Bursting fire fierce and rich
There is a dead man on his way
He comes by barrel
Bloody and blooming with purple bruises
Sweet and jammy
His head will be the trophy
Infertility to damnation
Bliss to the heavens
We dance and dance
Our bodies feel like starlight
Burning hot and free
We find our delight in pain
Our natural instinct
Bared gums
Shaking like a leaf
We succumb to the waters
Syrup in our teeth
There are no more hills to cross
The well is dried up
And it clots red on our flesh
Raspberries broken like lakefoam
The taste of ambrosia
Alive on our tongues
Livening souls
Aphrodisiacs and self loathing swirl as one
Who knew God could feel so human
It feels perfect