Split skin spread in fetid lacework
Babylon in crusted sea brine
In opulence, he weeps and slumbers
Asseteague son, long begotten
Cryptic jeremiad in circles
Melange of ruinous copse
Self destructive self denial
Pleasure wasted from within
They moan, they whisper, they shake when they breathe
They crawl, they weep, they croak when they speak
They moan, they whisper, they shake when they breathe
With new orifices made, they shudder with relief..
They moan