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