from the corpse of my mother
tickle my nose and eyes
her tongue in my mouth
like dry sandpaper
her black smile is covered with flys
her heart is full of maggots
and her bloodstains never fade
i glaze over, shoot out the lights
and swallow razorblades
butterfly kisses and sweet nothings
are whispered from dead lips
their hands are in my mouth
i can taste the blood under their fingertips
when you touch the coldness
kiss the dead for me.
on a black and silent moon
we drift on this dead sea
when you touch the coldness
kiss the dead for me.