empty affair

feed me fore I have forgotten to breath,upon the the dark end
of the sunset where I rave in splinters from my teeth drowning  myself in razor
blades from my past,,my hunger bleeds on into twin pitches of sulfur
As I paint myself in blacken shares of useless colors as I peel my skin
to bone ,the smell of my mangled flesh may feed the taste of the drifting
confusion around the last supper crying I'm not Jesus yet my hunger
left me dreaming in sequence among nightmares to seduce my thought  of living
Beyond the inevitable birth of my demise ,fore I've drowned in the huger bland
and breatheles ,feed me ,don't be afraid to sew my mouth shut there
I will not call out for a shadowed heaven though I may faultier being my
wings may have surrendered as my hunger  fed the illusions that
Iam empty to a voice I pledge to be beautiful as I have fallen into the wonder
Where razors smell of my demise and suitcases filled me fore my hunger
has starved  within the scenes of my affair