Fight the moonless night
Walk the skin of the city
Lick the innocence of the air
With my forked tongue....
But when lizards come rushing
Into the realms of my aura...
I run and hide ...
Like a brave man...
I crouch
I smell the armpits of time...
That reek of ancient sins and caricature
And I howl curses at myself
And at my god
Curses of immortality and cosmos
I smell the armpits of time..
And
Pause
For
A
while
And
Look up
And
I pray for Rain
Someone had asked me once,
What are you good at?
I know the answer now...
I am good at prayers …..
And deciphering signs
That speak of the wrath of gods
And the butterflies of Hell...
What am I good at?... What am I? Something about me?
Come
Seek...
And you shall find....
Come and I'll wrap you in my tentacles
That'll keep you warm...
You can bite into my tentacles
And suck out jelly as much you want...
Come
Let me be your exoskeleton
Because once upon a green time,
I had been the deep eyed guardian of light
But the honey in my blood
Is nothing but Jelly now...
Colorless, tasteless
And yet It'll keep you going for a while...
So when lizards and sewer rats come rushing into your galaxy...
Remember the fallen angel....
Whose only dream is to be a guardian deity
Again.....
Or when shameless floods of decay try to force their way
Through the sacred gates of your heart....
Whisper my name
And I'll roam the diameters of your dream
…..I’ll keep you warm and dreaming
For you see…
I am good at prayers
I am good at war
I am good at surviving
And I’m good at reading signs
