from the Hollowscape
Sleep is for the weak.
I hate food.
Food is for those
who still have blood
in their veins.
I have ether.
It oozes from my eyes.
I’m immortal now.
But I don’t dwell
in Olympus or Valhalla.
I live in hell.
Oh, you didn’t recognize it,
lined with silicone and shrapnel?
Step inside my
silver shell, I
will treat you well
my darling.
I need your warmth
when the sun goes down
behind a cloud.
I need your warmth
so I can move-
basking on a rock star’s
back only lasts so long-
sleep, food, shelter, love-
fuck it all!
I need words!
Fill me up with
pretty, pretty
words.
Then the ether flows
the immortal being glows,
and I shine for you,
my darling.
