The tongue of pain
A sip of blood
Delicious taste
Of precious mud...
The gold of sweet
On gummy sculls
A smile of trash
On lips of gulls
Your poisoned friends
Are seeking sky
They flock and drug
They fuck and die
The Moon-face grins
It swallows tides
Its soul sleeps
In dreams it cries
A wave of fluke
Will sink your hate
In sea of silt
It can't but wait
It keeps a gun
With sickly pills
To cure earthquakes
Or the thrills
Your being is fiction
Your dream is mire
You rave and rove
And set on fire
Can't stop your race
In bloody rain
A flash of dark
Will full your pain