Weapon टैब्स

When I was a child they made me read
word-daggers of quiver and squirm;
now in the stumbling dark I see
I am a worm, silently fruiting your garden,
my sister ,my child .
Night casts ominous meanings on the purity of my soul
I feel devilish leanings I'm beginning to lose control
and the vortex sucks me in.
Steeped in sin I die
but am reborn.

I want to see the cosmos slip,
planets and moons collide,
feel gravity lose its grip...
it's all inside
All the dead husks are shattered,
my life-blood, my world ripped apart
in the laughter of space
it's all chaff blown out and lost.
Now I am making the pace
although I don't know what tape I'll cross...
maybe catastrophe.
When I cross the line
I know that I will find myself
or maybe you.

I am a man from the country of destruction,
I am a man a woman and a god,
I am my own weapon of kamikaze
and will one day cut through the
hidden knot

Feed me honey and watch me rise
to the bait lying on the knife;
if you let me I can hypnotise your life.
It's all really so simple,
my lover, my twin.
Hand in hand, sprinting down the highway,
running over the edge,
on and on into our doomsday;
there is no saving ledge
nor outgrown shrub.
Is this the way?
Out in a blaze of glory?
Some day I'll find the answer
some day I'll
end the story.