oat
As all life's blood drains away

The body suspended in the dark
Bitter gall hiding like organs
In a jar blackened and grinning
Twisting and contorted tipped with poison

The malodorous mix of bottom feeders
Crawl from the primordial soup stunted and deformed
Flesh eaten to the bone eaten from the inside
Bones crushed crushed to dust
Nothing escapes but poison
The body radiates violence a parasite of thought

Deconstruction, purified
Sublimation intensifies
Habit hardened veins
Softens the bleakness

Deconstruction intensified
Softens the bleakness
All life's blood drains away
All life's blood drains away

Habit hardened veins
All life's blood drains away
All life's blood drains away
Deconstruction sublime


2. Trace Decay

The blackest of organs lying on the floor throbbing and glistening full of deep bitter wants
Dirty blood trickles gushes then torrents flow down to the gutter where nobody knows
It clots and hardens under the weight of these mouldy truths

Crawling down its black throat
All mangled and devastated
It festers and decomposes
Colourless odourless
Without nourishment

Its taking hold the pain the narcotic
Cutting through the spleen
Severing devouring everything
The pain of it ploughs me over

Frothing heaving sucking the air from my lungs
A shelter for maggots
Intoxicated rancid distorted sleep the worm vomits vats of despair
Twisting shapes from thin air
Damaged cells lying everywhere

Crawling down its black throat
All mangled and devastated
It festers and decomposes
Colourless odourless
Without nourishment


3. Primeval Rush

Anesthetized sleep
Just conscious of life
Collapsing around
Us in grainy pieces

A rare alchemy of sea and stars explode
It mesmerises me
What we have known of pleasure was nothing
The frenzied passion, it strangles, suffocates
But the space intrudes, malign and ruthless

A hundred years explodes in that half moment
Stepping outside the temporal load time unstuck
For this is the peak the moment time slows down
Where gravity disappears from the vacuum

Blood rushing through ushering the rays of chaos
Everything becomes non linear, an endless space
As shivers creep down my spine all else in waves
In the conscious hour the hour of none

I feel it tighten round my throat
As i strangle out whats left
poisonous veins bulge the residue of pleasure
My skin it crawls with the primeval rush

Its strangle how the mind can twist
Wave upon demented wave just like a pulse
Poisonous veins bulge with the residue of pleasure
My skin it crawls with the primeval rush...

Wave upon demented wave just like a pulse
To one vast chord of wound
That already clots and stales
In the darkest hour the hour of none
The conscious hour the hour of none


4. The Burning Man

There is something grey before the dawn something burning
Bodies in their black bags consigned to the flame
Bathing in the flame of a burning ache through my core

As creatures we are trying to crawl back through the creation to the worm
A holocaust the feral gene
Deadly strychnine taking hold wrapping itself round every sinew

What is left a burning seething mass
The air dank with the heady odour of decadence
Choking out the decadence leaves emptiness

Scared with scars carspaces over the body
Monuments to our destruction
A mixture both terrible and beautiful

The flames rise the pulse of primal existence
The grinding repitition such dullness the edges seem to fade
It burns away the black day gone


5. Poison Beyond All

Emerge like a nocturnal organism fresh from its pupa
Salivating, mutinous, a swarm attractant for the damned

Connected to nothing
Waiting for the next peak
Sensory excitation
Muscles twitch
Excessive compulsion
Nerves Cauterised
Treacherous -insomnia
Drained exhausted
The soft underbelly
Exposed destroyed
Liminal time
Tortures Crown

(This is where)the definite made infinite
Without physical beginning or end
Cathartic sublimation dilated longing
Everything seems blurred at the edges
The nothing gushing past in relentless torrents
Destroying the source the anti structure we must vacate

Pain with the poison pain the first horizon
Disease nothing but the poison beyond all of them
Such an elemental force we must bend to
With the tempest of longing until we can take no more

Weep not for it .....it is all the better lost