Funeral in Aokigahara

Zoic

The church
Nothing
would thrill him more than seeing this roof
collapse mid-mass,
Packed pews,
Choir singing...
Every heartbeat
with every lip bite with every flint slice.
And he'd look at it like
he just realized what God is
— what love is

I shed this red blood for you
But all I see is black
swarming behind my eyelids
I see darkness comes into me
It comes and it's insidious
I feel poisoned, yet so untouched

It is never enough ;
My ravished body
lascivious maneuver
My mouth repleted
hands full of furor
No matter how much you consume me
and i crave you,
We're always gonna be empty
— The hunger never dies.

———

We make it look painless,
Loving with such flowing violence
rotting every beautiful thing we clench
until it's nihilistic, and we're lifeless.
But we gasp and destroy each other
Hoping that one night
We disappear
So that none of us aim for the light again

— This is not love,
     This is survivalism.

———

He whispers
you are not paid in toil
you are paid with blood
Every scratch i give you is a weapon
Every stroke a panacea
This is how we speak to God
While i celebrate our deathless nuptials,
My Black Dahlia