You, Me and Putrefaction
Down in a burrow with a bog body and blades
A twilight of pleasure and pain
Teethy kisses through my ribs and spine and ass
Starving like a carnivore, fed only grass
Put the mud I am in a golden jar
Drink up your body like burning tar
Lost my divinity for your satisfaction
You, me and the putrefaction
Handling me like crazing clay
No flourishment, no shred of decay
Remember my shape the time before you came
Our bodies, our bog, abandoned by name
A gap of light, a sliver falling down
Twisted purity on my discolouring gown
Must I abandon your casket-shaped hands
To meet face to face with my dream wetlands?
Choice abandons me and my bones on the beach
Wisdoms of muck and martyrdom I preach
Tangled in the mud we were feasting on
Slurred, drunken lyrics of my mediocre song
Echoes of the sun that we swore to defeat
Unearthing like a zombie to this psuedo-heaven beat
A girl long dead, torn to shreds in the garden
Shameful and weeping, sins full of carbon
