MAID OF ORLEANS - NARROW IN BOREDOMS FIND

I AM
a screaming night
voiced in chained delusion
craving demise
craving delicious destruction
I break each finger
yet I still can fucking write
I bore the jelly from all visions quest
yet I still can see a mocking sunrise
pleading against such lucky feats
I denied  life death
while death denies the life

Empty pale coffins
sit silently eaten by  repose
each univited homeless thrones
my broken fingers trail dusty stripes
in crooked disgusted grief
uncarved craved slab
nameless spaces
hover in joint union
an above green false neighbourhood
guarded  steel pointed gates
stand hinged between such aching thigh