"Untitled 09"
"Crush my skull,
Why don't you?
Burn my eyes out,
So I never have the pleasure
of viewing your ever so sacred face,
again.
Rip out my nails.
Cut me apart.
Abuse me.
Caress ever so gently
with napalm.
If I am to tango with death itself,
your hands will be covered.
Blood and gash.
Become one with her.
I am a mere memory.
Benign.
Zen.
Tranquility.
Stability.
Ceasefire."
