Poison the systems of a body already dying beneath your rule, a withered form decaying, rotting as you use it, putrid flesh, clean the skin, chlorinate the stem, the rot is long set in, nothing to cut away, it’s all lost to the distant pleasures of a time now gone, drugs used to keep the body alive, while death has already set in, peroxide whore without a face, tattoo your name across your lips, strap on, and ride it home…