don`t you pretend
that I`m not alive
my bones never ache
unless she`s nearby
where is your face
in a safe of dead tongues
i can see your reflection
in your totem first born
i suspect
you`ve been carry a pack of wolves
i regret
not killing you while i had the chance

maybe i will always haunt you
mark the somnolence with [bad word] better hang your dead palace
that have a living home to lose
in the river gangs god damns my name

don`t let these hands
sharpen your eyes
a rasp of tails