Naked

The Emptiness I feel 
cold 
the missing flesh on the naked face of death
Their tongue an open wound pressed against my lips
harm is a gnaw on every phallus 
I disappear as static 
I never lived
Bordering eternity 
fear drips into the lips and curdles my catholic blood 
Fear the cold as death wet as the womb
Shallow as the dust promises of the word flowing from god
undrinkable 
All Shattered glass leaders of men they turned water into war
undrinkable 
On the edge of death and eternal suffering
Exist
high enough to impregnate the sun
spit in the wet chaos void of death's vulva
Love under will