Curse

I get to crawl with Nature
Feel my heart skip and turn vicious
Welcome you
Then grow palms and bow down
A thunderous tirade upon you

I get to have red bones
On my feral face
Aligned with the wolf
And the demonic plague
Gods wrapped down upon me

Until I bury my hole
The soiled earth warbling
Around the purposeless corpse
I get to burden myself
And wake you up - You want me to be Romance?

The Romantically metallic languages!
I will pour upon you
Acidic rain - the reign of red lumps of clay
That house themselves on my dishevelled skin
As I cream white and burn my bridges

I am a feast of brutality
The very wickedness your son speaks of
As he comes home from his pill popping rage
Empty handed and says
"They were all ugly mum".