fresh night hounded by the head very dark placid sky hangs above no moon shining like an untouched ass of the boy next door beginning to feel the first impressions of a strange drug set the leathery skin of a female straddling a furnace illuminates in blue hands melt against the burning surface but feel no pain kiss the burner lips fall away blood runs down the insides of her thighs she tightens her grip in one last exaggerated movement then falls to the ground a pile of ashes the burner stands triumphant over the mound and next in line a young boy approaches and is assaulted by the flames shooting out like sharp tongues of hungry animals of a hungry animal the disciple now crouches in the belly of god his second skin removed the boy lay sodomized and tired sodomized and tired pleasure seekers abandon new disguises threatening our existence with their faces in the corner of the room i sit and i pray i wash dirt from my face with holy water i wash dirt from my face with holy water drown in the shroud of you nazarene you re hiding behind walls i can t see i m hiding behind walls you can t see1