I had a dream that you dreamt I died. Same images all the time; burning flesh – falling sky – silhouettes of empty high rise. Nicotine stains swing triple time, everyone is everything all the time.
In the end you have nothing, in the end there is nothing, in the end you have nothing, in the end, in the end. In the end there is nothing to believe. You can breathe, you can fuck, you can choke, you can cum. Flesh is meat, bones are trees.
Pure death cackle, light streaming through a church window.
Two eyes above a bridge; a fierce glow, lamplight oil stains – damp mouthfuls, sewage and wine. A constant drip-feed, a perfect design.
Burnt paper, metal, string.
I’ve built a heart you’ll never see.
