Word-daggers of quiver and squirm;
Now in the stumbling dark I see
I am a worm, silently fruiting your garden,
My sister ,my child.
Night casts ominous meanings on the purity of my soul
I feel devilish leanings I'm beginning to lose control
And the vortex sucks me in.
Steeped in sin I die
But am reborn.
I want to see the cosmos slip,
Planets and moons collide,
Feel gravity lose its grip...
It's all inside
All the dead husks are shattered,
My life-blood, my world ripped apart
In the laughter of space
It's all chaff blown out and lost.
Now I am making the pace
Although I don't know what tape I'll cross...
Maybe catastrophe.
When I cross the line
I know that I will find myself
Or maybe you.
I am a man from the country of destruction,
I am a man a woman and a god,
I am my own weapon of kamikaze
And will one day cut through the
Hidden knot
Feed me honey and watch me rise
To the bait lying on the knife;
If you let me I can hypnotise your life.
It's all really so simple,
My lover, my twin.
Hand in hand, sprinting down the highway,
Running over the edge,
On and on into our doomsday;
There is no saving ledge
Nor outgrown shrub.
Is this the way?
Out in a blaze of glory?
Some day I'll find the answer
Some day I'll
End the story.
