I’m in love with a homeless girl
who carved a cave into the World s
he crawled out all covered in blood
and dripped red seeds into the mud

filthy
deity

Shut up, shut up, shut up already
with the temple-talk you’re freaking me out

With the dirty purity

Back at first I bought it all
and then I fought it all
Finally, I forgot it all
but I’m not done not at all

It’s cryptic clarity

Would I, would I, would I scatter
if I just admit I’m already dead
Should it, should it, should it matter
that my mind won’t fit back in my head

Dirty purity dirty purity

Nothing moves and something switches
question marks and crucifixes

Odd how it was only eyelids
that kept me blinded from the light
in open obscurity

in the dirty purity

shadow over everything I dream as the “other”
shining back as everything when dreaming is over