Into Dust:
Peircing and Prodding
What am I looking for?
Bleeding and weeping
Digging in my sore
To feel-to be
To know-to trust
To die-with me
Vanish-Into dust
Watching and waiting
Your red-inked eyes
Melting, sedating
Block print ribbon skies
Hands are dancing
Sulfric Cardiology
Time is lapsing
Gasoling Atrocity
To feel-to be
To know-to trust
To die-with me
Vanish-into dust
