any
day
now
it's
coming
i watch
the streets
for
a sign
nobody can see it
but
me
it lives
in my
belly
it
whispers
to me
in
the dark
it
waits
behind
my eyes
gnawing
in
my palms
a growing
hunger
demanding
more
ribbons
of pale
scars
i wear like
badges
on my arms
the knife
sometimes
helps
it wants
to help
the world
i walk
in the pale hours
of the dead
i bleed
hot mercury
in my room
i wail
in jets
of black
cancer
i rip
at my face
for the world
to see
i
am
becoming
someday
soon
it will come
burning
down
the streets
across
the city
and into
your homes
i hope
when it
comes
i can still
see
the animal
is getting louder
now
it
will
not
be
denied
it demands
a sacrifice
it desires
true
passion
it will
soon
have it
i have seen you
there
can you
see me?
it's
coming
any
day
now...
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