The Beggar

I'm sick of chewing at your heels, I'm sick of licking up your spit What if I keep the power I give you? Will I then decide to live? The mud is sucking like a womb, to pull my naked body in Without your eyes upon my weakness, will I forget where I begin? I am the stranger in your mirror, I am a glove without a hand I am a body gently spinning, now deliquescing in the wind I am an empty vessel ringing in a stone house in the woods I am the poem that was written on the backside of your lids I am the shithead unforgiven, now crawling up your inner leg I am an insеct in your bedclothes searching for a placе to beg Now every word's a new beginning when there's nothing left to give What if I steal the child inside you? Will I remember how to live? When will I finally learn to live? When do I finally get to live? I stand before you polished, golden, I keep a globe of light within My eyes eroded by derision, they know the purpose of the wind In every soul, there is a craven supplicating begging shit But my objection leads to freedom, my seed is growing and will live How many people were forgotten along this road of broken limbs? Upon this hill, I'll build my tower to survey their plowing in I hear the whispering of angels, I see the dust is made of jewels I swallow liquid from a river fed by the sewage of the cruel My love is purified, but reeking of your calumny endured My feet are bruised and torn and leaking, but lead me towards a silver shore Before I go there, sing a prayer into my palms beneath your chin I am the slaughter at your altar, that's where my will to live begins That's where my need for you begins My love for you will never end