Corpus Animalus

You crawl along
  the face of the faceless earth,
  surrounded by synthetic darkness
  you created with your
    artificial respiration.
                            (Stop)

You hold a golden coin
  to your armoured bosom,
  with skeletal hands,
  as you pick the flesh
    from your bones.
                    (Breathe)

You try to hide your face
  from the inconstant moon,
  but there is nothing to hide
  and nothing to hide
    the nothingness.
                    (Feel)

You sleep on a single needle
  because you ground the rest
  to make your bread,
  because you ate that bread
    with the blood of a lamb.
                              (Awaken)

You walk on all fours
  like the animal you are,
  scared of your own shadow,
  but too frightened to live
    outside the light.
                      (Stop)

You cry at night
  because the sun,
  who promised everything,
  has left again, though when
    it returns you'll scream its praises.
                                          (Bleed)

You talk through a gaping hole
  in you neck
  because you have no head,
  because you fed it
    to your saviour.
                    (Grow)

You take your life
  in hopes that matyrdom
  will save your soul,
  although you have none
    because you ate it.
                        (Drown)