The Drowning Heart

milk of sundown hush, milk of pure love

roaming, astray, like naked babies of monster-streets.

dogs of damnation

preparing

for the fatal leap.

milk of enchantment, milk of splendid inamorata

whoring themselves out to our merciless indifference.

now, dearest, sing me a sad song,

Make me want this,

all of this.

Make me want the rain.

milk of bitter honey, milk of the idea of death

this weary heart still digs for gold

milk of sexless souls hurt into silence

banished beyond chimera,

beyond the twisted realm of wants.

Candymen die out alone.

Contours break into shadows.

now, dearest, tell me of our immortality

make me move through this.

Make me glow in the dark.