His Entropic Highness

The drunken man is a stupid, self-deluded fallacy.

Now fucked by three dogs: Bitter loss, arrogance, and jealousy.

With brittle claws, we scrathed familiar walls for our dusty food.

But you nurtured me, and I kissed your broken fingers and their calloused grooves.

Now i am rising up into the melting yellow-red sun.

My body is color bleeding, returning to the place where all colors will burn.

I need to be burned, burned by your delicate hand.

Beneath your white trasparent skin, I need to be there with you now.

I need to be there with you now, I need to breathe you in.

Beneath your clear forgiving gaze, to finalize the pain.

Though I could never compensate, for the wounds that I have made,

for the violence I create, for the trust that I betrayed - I need to be there with you now.