No Reflection

Dress up my bones
With your hungry stare
I can't tell your breath
From the sober air

The heaves and the moans
Of your ancient sighs
And black young devil’s eyes
Dead model eyes

Never say a word
That doesn’t sweat
You told me

Did i pass through fire
To the smile that shows
The caverns of your skull
In the screen’s dull glow

Disaster and joy always nearby
And black young devil’s eyes
Dead model eyes

Your spine's little chicken wing
A twisted gray wisp
You should hunch from each end
But a frame built in ash
Isn’t likely to bend

Your split little cloven hooves
The desert's rolling corpse
And i’m still out of sorts