DEFILE ME; PUNCTURE MY
COLLAPSING LUNGS WHERE THE
STARS SETTLE LIKE SAWDUST,
SQUEEZE MY HEART TO MAKE
IT VOMIT BURIED TRUTHS
ALONG WITH THE AGONY IN RED,
BUTCHER MY BRAIN UNTIL ALL
I CAN SEE ARE THE FILTHY
HALLUCINATIONS BROUGHT
ON BY YOUR GROPING HANDS
AND SACCHARINE SMILE,
ROTTEN AS GRAPES TURNED
TO WINE.