October 30th, 2012

(no subject)

I feel like haggard Nosferatu haunting the corridors of a gargling sandcastle
my alien lust and bent affection hanging from me, embarrassing stuff,
like entrails and dragging across your carpet during afternoon tea
smashed open everywhere except your damn films about me,
where my sharp fingertips outlined in shadow
scraping against the wall, quiver and bleed

"What craters play house to his form
like a natural habitat!!"
"An abominable inescapable demon... what spindling fingers
he screws towards our holes!!"

a bald brick of a thing falling and crumbling on you all.