You raise your incredibly ugly, and yet
oh so enticing otherworldly head
Wink at me from paper, from the white
of that annoyingly fluorescent fish catching net
Why can’t I live in pieces?
Why demand that I be whole?
Entirety is vicious
Onerous to persevere
She beats endless, as an undead thing does
Pieces sewn together, barely does she work
But works she nonetheless, as an undead thing does
Strings once, found me fond
I played them for a season
Suddenly they turned, Bled steel into my touch
Yelled, Halt! ’tis not to be completed
We walk hand in hand and yours decide to venture
from my palm to my wrist, as if that’s a subtle gesture
Isn’t that smile compassionate? They ask me
Isn’t that face so kind?
A smirk is all my eyes sees
My brain shorts and fries
I said something, quite cruel
I’ve made you hang up the phone
Notice, I make you often now
When you went deaf, I was undone
I answered my queen’s call
When I happened upon a hell
I cried for help and she came
Only a little too late
A hooded figure, an unforgiving stare
Ascends from abyss
An ivory staff caves the ground
A raven stallion neighs
Zigzag worms, of torment
Rowing at a leisurely pace
To and from two walls of my skull
Imprinting agonizing trails