Destroy Yourself for Me

Breakdown, Buildup.

Use the millions of teeth

that sing to your songs

to break down the door-

less red gates connecting

us to the gods above, the

idols we chant to with

pearly frowns that mourn

and swim from one ear to

deaf ears like a Koi mistaking

the fishmonger for her pond.

 

So give me the baseless chants

that sing to lyrics you squander,

from melody to tune to hymn,

unaware that you’re simply

shadows that none here nor

above can understand, and

yet you sing, devout. You cry,

sing, praising deities who

we’ve created, who thrive

on the thread of our belief.

 

So bang your drums with rage,

fill me with desire and destroy

everything we’ve known, every-

thing we’ve trusted, because

none of it is really you. None

of what you are, matters, only

what I want matters, and I want

you to shed tears, to shed your

skin, to revel in your desires,

as long as those desires harm

no one else, as long as those

desires, only hurt me, because

I can take it, I can accept you.