The Culling
DEAD EYES
I ONLY CALL YOU WHEN YOU’RE IN MY DREAMS
DIED TOO YOUNG
THE CULLING THEN, IT WAS OBSCENE
I AM DEPLETED BY LOVE
I AM DEPLETED BY LOVE
I’LL NEVER TELL THE SECRETS OF MY FAMILY
BLED OUT
A CULT OF ANONYMITY
THE KETTLE IS WHEELING, MY LOVE
RIDING ON THE BACK OF A HELL THEY CAUSED
ONE EAR TO THE GROUND
ONE EYE ON THE ROOM
MY TONGUE ON YOUR PULSE
MY FINGER IN YOUR WOUND
SWEET DEAD EYES, I LONG TO HEAR YOU AGAIN
SWEET DEAD EYES, I LONG TO SEE YOUR FACE
SWEET DEAD EYES, I LONG FOR THAT ILLUSTRIOUS HISS
SWEET DEAD EYES, I KNOW YOU FEEL IT
NO TURNING BACK
“only God knows what we’re headed for”
THE FLOWERS BLOOM
THE SUN RISES
FLUX
HISS
WELT
GROAN