ELEGY OF THE ROMANTIC CADAVER

Sometimes I grow so cold and lonely Wrapped in the skin of the night Amusing myself with the dying voices Echoes haunting when you speak Pretend you are here Attending me

I am waiting for the light The kiss of the coldest touch You explore me deep inside And know me like no other love

Like butterfly feet so soft and tickly Your breath so warm against my eyes You see me as more then just slippery entrails It's from your voice that I can tell Introducing me To all your friends

It seems I am less then the man I once was But more looking back from the table beside I fear I have spilled on the floor by your feet Buried with shame in the waning light You are covering me Abandon me