in my ruin

 honey

making your jug steam

peeling your petals

going crazy

enveloped lust

and unreason

my preffered form

of treason

taking doors

shattering mirrors

im a plasticine man

limitless in its use

our devils in babylon

are all fiendin

for our kind of abuse

ill do anything

to a luminous moon

till trees are ash

and peaks are barren

and wind is choking

you

me

together in ecstacy

far removed from the bone cold floor

and the iron guillotines clang

misery and death can be a turn on

to me

cause if im not squeezing

im a mortuary scream

afterdark in your sepulchre

livid green stoping the hold

of all that flows

cause if i can eradicate the glow

and search in the snow

for your lips

whichever ones identified

is if you agree

in my ruin