My longing for new flesh
My breaking the backs of all spines of content
Their comfort, my writhing in anguish
Writhing in anguish
This is what never ends
I disavow where their skin hangs loosely
Disciplined towards tight skin
A walking corpse, skin buried within
Skin buried within
This is what never is
So it becomes necessary
My ears closed to their foreign tongues
My eyes closed to their crooked smiles
My back turned
My eyes closed to their crooked smiles
My ears closed to their moral words
My back turned
And as I see the sun rise from behind the hill
I finally see my destination
A radiant light that life tries to deny
Pushed out by the graves, consumed by my eye
I've been wandering, searching for this light
Suffering with contentedness
I fight back with the will to die
Attack me, release me, believe me
I want this light to set me free
I can see the half open gate
Where I know the gravedigger waits...
