Lydia Lunch

Inverted Dream

Lydia Lunch


the void is just an inverted dream in which we're all engulfed
doomed to the empty hours of eternity
to the periphery of shutters and mildewed desires 
where idiot savants wander the wasteland 
in search of lost love amongst the ruined 
and what you call love
is nothing but a duel of salivas between perfumed corpses  
who seek to accelerate their own destruction 
and display their wounds under the beams of a luminous canker
you long for the insincerities of the flesh
that mere furnace of guts with the gift of tears
i love watching lovers profit from their own sicknesses
exploiting their disequilibrium with violence and skill 
in the salon of blood and guts
that boneyard of dreams
with the extremities of passion
and rapture, rupture 
into an abscess that absents the dismal abyss
which follows delirium