We Vomit Blood For You
We vomit blood for you tired of eating trash and breathing shit
gory life drunken intercourse
The truth is the truth is language
plagues us the red scars
burning as if branding cattle endlessly
radiation our soul's forced new electricity
we can only dream with man's words.
Gory life drunken intercourse
we vomit blood in your image
the nights our sores avoid
by dreaming sleeping words
voices overheard not listened to
straight path of lines that form letters
a single path carving spray
dance the ghosts the yet unborn
turning wandering away
no more language no more words
and without them we do not argue we cannot cry
our shrunken heads merely shudder.
We vomit blood onto
then mold all things into your image and worship you
by lapping through to their inner qualities
With our thinking tongues.