Don't you pretend 
that i'm not alive 
my bones never ache 
unless she's nearby 
where is your face 
in a safe of dead tongues 
i can see your reflection 
in your totem first born 
i suspect 
you've been carrying a pack of wolves 
i regret 
not killing you while i had the chance 

maybe i will always haunt you 
mark the somnolence with truth 
better hang your dead palace 
than have a living home to lose 
in the river ganges god damns my name 

don't let these hands 
sharpen your eyes 
a rasp of tails