Fingers In My Mouth
your fingers in my mouth
the sun was lost
lions and despair
i am the embodiment
of dystopian worlds have
gone dark again
all gold and princes
fingers moving jazz
tell me, where is your brazen
things
to keep this work interrupted
at all costs jesus
fucking christ tomorrow
will be filled with
sudden horrors
your fingers in my mouth
while mine are
swords and music
both of which are
more dangerous than
anything you can handle
in the squirm