Swans Animus
Somewhere, through the frozen fields, Somewhere, beneath your pale and tender skin, Lies a house, absorbing fear and pain - Solar, Red, Contained - And feeding on my dreams. Somewhere cold, inside the optic wire, Down where fingers and semen crack and bleed - There I will be, with my arms spread out and broken, Waiting for your breath, to animate my veins. We're not alone: All our thoughts are numbered - Malignant and cold, animal and hungry. But I will contain all that ever was or will be, Then I'll watch my skin erupt, in a symphony of flames - Screaming out your name, screaming out your name... Why can't I hide inside your halleable, electric face? You'd suck away the pain, and swallow down my sickest dreams. Now my body fgeels like snow, spilling out the shattered screen - Where will we be then, when all the fear and blood are gone, Drained into one hundred million open children's mouths - Screaming out your name, Screaming out your name...
