Footnotes To The Demon King's Aria
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Fervor A gauntlet held in suspension The Beast kiss turns out The moon births A column, shadowed Spiral whispers dredging down sulfur cone The sword of darkness, crumbled Flesh like bloody pearls Cut body catering Rivoli crossfit oasis
7 In the Demon King’s aria, 7 Only caramel weighs you down
Lido make me whole again Beg the gods to take respite and bury me in shards of sandwich crusts, held by strings of brine, shallow water, solid visions, the same sand untouched but mangled buy suspicion 9 Lido shape me 9 30 mph, songs of power, throw my ribboned bones and scraps to flagrant geese Lido process me Kiss fingers and let night, beast calls, undead, underground, unkempt, unslain, where swords have no place in holsters, hands have no place in pockets, like fingers give ways to mouths
6 Kill me Thursday 6 The Beast drinks blood Lido To the night criminal Unchained Sampson craftwork You smuggle me, with open arms As flesh takes hold of me and all these rancid bones I want to die Lido But only with you still inside me Rotting from inside out Given plague by the finger of your tongue 5 Creamy suppuration 5 Fill me up like carbon bus Lido street locals filled in pristine rows, a tin can And vacuum sealed as you get stuck among my thighs
8 I sing the Demon King’s Aria, Lido 8 And I sing it to the mountains If I should lust for blood If I should stop your heart with signage We’ll make amends from $2.00 rocks that callow heavy bloodstreams