What can one take apart of the dead? My spirit coiled about her naked self Is left to be trimmed by fate, Disposed upon the railroad, listless and waving a mere finger To the horrors on the bloody ceiling, The reddened skies. Falsify me To the awaited, opened wrists. Remind me Of something I once kissed. Not of blood, though of sound, The ecstatic jeers, simple in their owning Of me, in my once-brightened life, As I'm now curled in frozen drunkenness. Her eyes watched the memory, My love dropped a curtain Upon its already-dismembered remains. She seduced me into her arms, Bit me as I began to rot. She drunk my fumes, for I was wilting. I groaned a sound Too many to be found For their evasive origin. I gave weight To a state To find myself to sink. Your eyes, your well, My thoughts, this Hell. Say you'll know me On a path, on a journey.