Erase the pictures from my mind
   eliminate the presence of your kind
   unloose the strings of instinct laws
   just to fall into some other jaws
  
   in pounding afternoon I rise
   for the pleasure of dying twice
   a wingcut anges in decline
   breathe my air and I'll be fine
  
   put your teeth in me
   carve your name in me
   I don't care if there is something
   that I'm blind to see
  
   invite yourself and feel free
   to pick up splinter of debris
   it's in your sys. ex
   subdues all that's delusive
  
   initially this lie I'd recoil
   but again I crawl this dirty soil
   of all possessions I did treasure
   this one's strictly for her pleasure