quiet limbs sleep

the mouse sings lullabies

to the maggots in my teeth

and the hell behind gorged eyes

may you whisper in my ear that you

are praying for my bastard soul

and that if i come near again

i wontake me

now,

take me

out, take me

from this living

hell inside the decay

of my mind,t come by to my grave,

nor do you still wish

for me

considering

that I no

longer

can