Virágom

I die a thousand deaths

With the rising of the sun

Day in, day out

And I murder all within myself

In recurring forward motion

Breathe in, breathe out

The scheduled toxins of mistaken life

A botched rebirth of all my hellish substance

All the visions borne aloft

By the hands

The hands of night

Sewn into my godhead, the value of a summer's day

Left out in the rain to drown

In these oceans of self-abhorrence

I bear upon my soul the sealed curse of precious mortality

Here, my child, I hang

Suspended from my spinal cord, do

Shatter now my femur, then my tibia, to

Tame the gorgeous hate beneath our beds 

And ribs

Do wake me, child, when the daylight drains away

Please remind your mommy to feed me

To her swine and birds and 

Memories.