Visions through veil of unearth, a moon sail fall I
stood tiny tall through visions of the iron cross I
kill a daisy or a dandelion with every thrust and
every sad song I
gained her trust I
gained her trust I
am going to hell.
Black tea nightbeams and unseamed dresses I
unlearned a lesson in faith or forgiveness or I
in brooding indulgence took too much I
took too deep I kept I
keep too much of her I
am going to hell.
Mother what love was that? I
cried out every night to empty room I
pissed my tomb sheets for rescuing hands but
found only darkness kissing.
I was in hell then.
To walk with three black swans and
childsoldiers holy, broken eyes then,
thousands,
to fulfil a destiny of meaninglessness, infinite
depravity,
cruel arbitrary,
to pray for a saviour,
Jesus gunslinger steelfist knight I
dream about hell.
When will I die?
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