Drenched in the perfume of hell
Impasto of burning oils
forming continents on my
outstretched naked body,
erupting
crimson
stains of shame
stains of shame
Limbs that leave their Nests of Red
to spin the reels of pain
Attach the nails and electrodes
and spin the reels again
Retreating hunger running through the years
carries the scorn on skeleton wings
Storm me thou with the sharpened claw
swift hammer nails that pierce the shoulder of time
Behind the sunset, with movement regained
For there lie shadows even farther from the light
I run, devoid of motion,
devoid of name