Endless Wound

I have lived ceaselessly, open eyed

I created you

Born in the arms of deafness

To suffer for my pleasure

Staggering through life's dark catacombs

You wade in blood

As tapeworms surface through your skull, in hunger

With fervor I flame the burning heart

That quakes like lava within a volcano

And cast ash upon your dull crown

Without end, I fare and know—

The horse smells battle from afar

I labor in concupiscence for

Wounds that bloom eternally