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Death's faithful dog (part 1)

Author: Angeles
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Death's faithful dog (part 1)

I make my way through rain and fog
The sea on a crimson moon is my soul
drops of blood taint the foul earth
In bog and alleyway my den
Though never have I had a friend
Motionless bodies lie cold among the fens
Cruel mistress, buzz-kill queen of jeers
Men offer you their chalice full of tears
Drink deep and sup on poisonous guilt
I put aside my foolish pride like jewels
I travel through the wilderness wide
And bear my pain to no-one but the breeze
My master has a voice shrill
His hand is round my collar saying
You kill you kill you kill
Is there anyone to take me in?

I have taken up with a butcher
blood on the floor mixed with saw-dust
In the corner of the room I drink my milk
The liver and hearts dangle over me
like amethysts, though for evening meal
I feast on visions of war,
The boot in someone's stomache
"Where are your guns you faggot?"
I read the literature of pigs
Where common sense clogs up the veins
The man will burst like an animal
And wash himself in the meat-clogged water
So do I feel eating bread
The butcher is slaughtering innocents
His shark-fin parts the flesh like sea
I make a hymn about myself going to sleep
In the sunny filled shop stream people
Are thirsty to buy my meat, half-asleep
I serve them the refuse of their fellow creatures
In brown paper, raw and bloody
I will do this for a while it seems
When there is no other place for me

Sun flower storms
Petals float
In the sky like blood

Oranges, and the television
Sparks, the metal sears
The phones have all died down

As water would scald
Light drips down from a golden cup
My hate is a boat

I take it through the empty harbour
Where everyone is wide awake
They have hidden all their cans of food
And even lowlifes such as I
Are aware that they have upped the stakes
Sun God who puts the light out
Now there are no phones to listen to
You blotted out the man on the news
Some will drown and float in the water
Others will raise a glass to high heavan

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  I suppose i'd rather be one of the others. supposing this, i already am.
| Posted on 2015-08-10 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ]

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