Tongues Tongues, lost in me shours be the sharp and the vile Glide neath my skin storm through my nerves I bury the nomad years hours in the earth couldn't exorcice these searing, pecking tongues Immune you say yet venom strikes in strangest guises as the viper in our eyes Tongue, throat, tongue slayer of the world and stealer of vision A monumental reign of terrors throat slit up to stain the target We're food for th hounds of trauma, prey to the crows of stress No power left to retreive my stolen language filtered through the illiterate fingers of death Flies let sickness be poured from the cupped hands of bedlam On account of their brightness I made friend with the word and the moon went with the tide and left for the sound of dead instruments thrown out of tune The red square patterns, dragonrise and evenclaw decoying from pandemonic symmetry Let ring a dissonant note in the music of the spheres the streak of promises in the nuclear sky These wippings black tongues aching to lick me back to life to inject their truths within me |