Sweet Submission

crazy electric guitars raping your consciousness bruising your sense of focus like a madman in a defeated village bruising a lonely prostitute and you think you got something to prove and you think it's all but a phase that kisses your cheeks and leaves no headphone's gonna kiss your bleeding ears no scream will bring your malady ashore it's dirty but it's not earth hold your breath for a little while and open your coward eyes let the vomit find its way outta your skin and into the alley let the blood dance like a beheaded cow at a tribal feast let the sense of timelessness enter your ribs like a rusted knife like a shrapnel no water will do any good to this melting room spit the cowardice and inhale the ash and cough all the hunger away let the phone ring and the samovar turn itself off for the flame soon will cover them both you see the unshapely red and black and gray thing? that's the bastard son of your books and your poor coward cat put the stupid water away and watch the festival of births of shapes and copulation of things with the void.