26.2.10

you shot me down.

you scalped my crest.

my ever-present,

breathing, breast

my tongue it slays

your words they soothe

the death's divinely-

maiden of doom

roll me now

into a ball

of ever-driven,

worthy, law

kill me

stretch me

out upon your bed

hold me down

and make me

dead.

heavy lead

worthy bread

make me hurt

for now i am fed