You stand above me holding a dripping
knife,
Flesh covers bone sparsely
maggots hang from ears
swaying back and forth
Black blood coats the walls
You look at me never moving
Black pits frame the face
Hands reach out searching
Weeping blisters everywhere
Why are you here?
Why do you haunt?
Why come endlessly?
You spoke of heaven daily
Yet you follow me always
Did God laugh at you?
Did he kick that ugly fucking face?
Did he sing and dance upon you?
Was he everything you imagined?
If you haunt my step you must have
found nothing,
I spit in the mug you call a face
I close my eyes and sleep happily
