1. EXAMINE

Prepare and arrange the tools. Sever the skin. Examine. Research his derivatives. Tinker with this machine. Calculate the hours. Question probabilities. Confirm given information. Adjust to the machine. He is the machine.


2. DONATING TO YOU THE LIFELESS

Never breathe, so serene. Open the gates, let it pour. Anesthetized in the floods, accept the erudition. Comb the periphery. Take a breath, encounter the gods. Immerse and enjoy. Grasp the colors and paint with them. Take the blood and drink of it. Sweet cunt be raped. Seize the blood and cover in it. Immerse and enjoy. Embrace this body of the lifeless. Dead.


3. BENEATH THE ROSE

Pour into me. Test this venom. Flood into me. Feel the venom smothered in my arms. Breathe the plague, it's here. The silhouettes hang in my veins. Embrace what you see. Light the candlelit dinner. Taste the poison; it's here beneath the rose.


4. PORTRAIT

Knelt and bowed take the hands of sliced wrists wearing thorned bracelets of purity crumbling within the walls while my bittersweet spine sparkles waiting extending for the child falling into the arms dragging back to the trenches draining into the weakness with the eyes of the serpent peeling towards the heart that never releases past the veins of darkness bleeding beyond the flesh of a soul wallowing in mist with voices wailing whispers of sickness that creep further than the echoes of sweetness lingering beneath dead skin torn by the claws of an infant drowning in the smell of innocence suffocated by preceding separation reaping a new beginning


5. BLOOD-STAINED CARPET

Scriptures drone as tainted words reach perfection. So begin the suicide celebration. Spilling ecstasy. Entreaty of indemnity. Bleeding life inversely. Leave your heart upon the pulpit. Drain the skin. Soak in emptiness. Hollow isles shiver. Vatican echoes stir within six doorways. The seven will carry. Return to dust. Spilling ecstasy. Entreaty of indemnity. Bleeding life inversely. With hymns bleeding through the ears, through the doors return to dust.


6. FRIGID SILENCE SPILLING

Skin of silk laced with burning ashes teasing skin of silk laced with thorns tearing twisting into hearts breathing into another frigid silence of a thousand words spilling frigid silence spilling breathless gasping with the bliss eating into us again feeling so much again so numb again unevenly gripping evenly pulling still twisting not feeling from the silence were feeding ashes are teasing thorns are tearing the pigments are fading frigid silence spilling withering cocoon left hanging