I Am Perfect Death

I am perfect
For unwanted things
Underneath dying corpses
I am perfect
For everyone
But sometimes I feel cold
Inside a world
Drawing pure sadness
Cigarettes burn to the air
Hands are filled with water
Spit naughtiness from your breath
Ejaculate unused thoughts
Restrain a life of blankness
Selective and painful blankness.

I am death
I am loneliness without an arm
Foul without art
I exist in no heart
Leader without the sea
Psychotic men don't see
Fear on a rainy night, don't treat.

01-07-2012