SEVEN07.01.2016

when in madness i want you to worship me
you light fire to your own hair
holy are the words that you never speak, holy are you,
drunk on things from outta this place.
when you sleep i pull your dreams out from under your head,
and they dance for me,
on the tips of my fingers and on the base of my neck.
when i've had enough of myself
you pull the knife out from under my sleeves,
you use it on my flesh.
then in kindness i ask you to be mine,
you dig your heart out and drop it into my hand