World please go away, banish me, from this flux of days, this blind man's maze all fuck white in medicine glazed, in skeletal horror hosts, in vulture's garden, confined to the labor row.

And I would have swooped upon you with my falcon eye in shadow quest, to feast upon your bloated breast. Child mouth salivates, to suck up your candy breath, trembling, from the horror host.

Black tongue angel songs, poison & delicate
Body strewn jettison, ripped tits & spider winged.
Injecting the chemical streams, that spin the ghost dream.

And I would have crept upon her in that down stairs room the ugly girl, sits listening to Victrola songs, paralyzed in rape rags & brittle boned. She is all alone propped in Victorian home. Catatonic host. Weeps broken lullabies

Ghost larval copulance, flows from the bloody lips.
Vomits through angel grin, drips on the bellies of cherubim

And I would have crushed her naked in the dying room the crippled girl, who twitched beneath a body fucked violently, by hell headed bully boy.
Who threatened Rosalie, the fat girl in the upstairs room. Who woke me with thunder steps, blubbering whorish & out of tune.

I bloody her apple red smile...
I blanket her cries for air..
I held her down by her hair . . .
I stabbed out her liquid stare . . .
Broke knuckle bandages. . . .

And I would have crept upon you in that moonlit glade. The horror host still praying to its holy ghost.
Suffer me, that I might endure these days.
When we go on too long, something is bound to go wrong. Banish me, oh banish me....banish me....