Intersection - by Erik Smith
The old intersects with the new
only natural thing to do
happy and hateful i move on
wanting to love and destroy you
my heart comes and goes
to and from fuck only knows
part cold and part so pure
fungus and flowers continue to grow
and you so beautiful
with a completely hollow chest
how could this come to be
the revival of the best
i will continue pumping on your chest
push air into the bowels of your lungs
run fresh blood through your veins
then chop you slowly into pieces
come fondle my decay
worms crawling about aimlessly
all sorts of bugs swarming the rusted form
i will destroy you all some day
