1. WITH THIS DAGGER IN MY HEART I SHALL TURN THE WORLD TO ASH

The staircase will watch over us
As we descend
Into the glistening
Cellar and dance.
When the canopy opens and the sky falls downward
I will stand with my mouth open
And wait for the rain.
Somewhere in the ocean that rages and tears against my ribs;
My insides glowing red
It pierces and pulls.
There exists a familiar feeling,
When I lift the world:
My body is the fulcrum and the lever.
I watch the grains of sand in my palm turn to fire and burn holes in my hands.
My body is the fulcrum and the lever,
When I lift the world.

When I lift the world,
When I see my life:
This fountain of poison,
I drink from it's eyes.
When I lift the world.

Without god, without loss it's a vicious circle.
Does it feel good to lose me?
Do you feed on my pain?
Can I stop and breathe?
Can I become Holy?

And as quickly as it comes, it leaves:
And as quickly as he comes he leaves.


2. SUFFERING IS A GIFT FROM GOD

I don't think I meant to
Misuse you, misuse you
When I told you,
I wanted it all.

This tendency,
Being better men
Now bitter and cold.
A tasteless feeling when
Losing what you love,
Loving when you lose.
Turning out to be
What you run from:
Self fulfilling prophecy.
Is it irony
If I kill myself?
This tendency,
Self forgiveness
Never meant any less.
How can I heal
Inflicting pain
Every step of the way?
This heart that breaks,
This heart that speaks.


3. DECADENCE IN THE HOUSE OF RATS

I will serve you
Until my lungs burn
Through my fucking chest.
Worthless trying sleep
In a place like this.
I rip your spine out
Through the drywall.
Then you'll know fear,
Then you'll know me.
I will blind you,
Light a dark room.
Then you'll feel hate,
Then you'll feel pain.
I will kill us.
Fearing,
Believing,
Sickened,
Holy.
No order,
You wonder.
Corrupt to
Find myself
Another life.
And your carcass is a fortress to rest my weary bones,
And your body is a sickness for my disease.