Taste not the rancid words, my lips,
Betray not my tongue to filth.
There is poison in the air tonight -
The acid wears my teeth,
my mouth is black with rot.
My words spill out cancerous;
A soothsayer of suffering, I speak death.
Radiate my cells;
Carve out this tumor in my chest.
If we are still alive at sunrise,
- we can endure; we can conquer -
This sickness does not own us, love.
With the morning,
We know our darkness sleeps for another day.
We will bask in sunshine;
Calmly awaiting night -
With serpent tongues and venom on our breath,
We will fight
(each other, ourselves).
Someday, the stars will bring us only rest,
And the dawn will do more than pretend.