z_x_silas

boarders unknown

ive always walked the crooked path
i carved my past with a crooked ax
my house is made of clay and bone
but my day ends without a home
im past pain im past lies
i pass pipes to paralyze
god forgive my childhood is chastise
god forbid my falsehoods cast cries
i need a sign for my peace of mind
or i need a white line for my broken time
so i can enter the black lotus
my uncanny starvation smolders unnoticed
my skull echoes like locus
blood pours from my nose... cant focus
hypodermic lone overdoses
devastating fluid osmoses
ive always smeared my stains on the mattress
disregarding and accepting madness
disregarding if its fair i dont care
i pull apart her limbs and stair
at the winking eye of god
as warm tears roll down her cheeks
ive been feasting for weeks
beatings for the meek
below the pelvic bones throne
my desires can still roam
i hurry with a cigarette and a match
hurry with my pants to relatch
before my future children hatch
in bowls of your gullet
playing menstrual roulette
with your womb and respect
i wont forget to get your tonsils wet
fuck love and regret

--Z.Silas Herrera