Unholy Duality

Down here in the dark
alone—with you.
Some call it grave,
I call it womb.

I can't breathe anymore.
But your heart is pounding—
glowing in the dark;
my tired eyes,
open wide.

Did I bring you?
Or did you lead me?

My sacred mind, yours to dwell.
Let me be your skin—
a slave to shield the gaze,
armour made of flesh and bone.

Whispers from a tongue—
so long to touch the Earth and Sun.
You speak no right, no wrong.
So do I. So do I.

Mouth—a hole so dark and deep,
full of snakes and empty words.
You say nothing that is warm;
my mouth turns as cold as yours.

Your eyes reflect cold and gray.
A pit of dogs, a grave of kids.
Your backbone is made of folded steel.
Stop. Now you look me in my eyes.

I sacrifice my wasted body,
carve out my soul,
fill it with fog
so they can't see.

I cut myself:

Ears—I cut them off.
No need to hear the screams.

Eyes—shut by piercing.
Nose—gone are the flowers.
Lips—stitched.
Tongue—ripped.
No more curse to say.
Ribs—broken, a dug-out grave.
Wrists—emptied river of blood.
Again, the lips.
I cut. And stitch.
It never ends.

And then I take what makes me man
and what makes me human
what makes me sane
and finally alive.

Whirlwind of your blade:
I, the father,
offer you what is left of the mother's milk—
blood.
grow, feed on me.
Your cold arms—
shelter me with steel.

My name is yours—
and yours is mine.
Melting stars—
nameless light.

You grow on me, I grow into you.
I planted my pain.
Sickle: cut what's yours.
And time—
Are you time?
Or fog?

While the worms claim my flesh.
I see the temple at last—
not buried in the mud
but built in your rotting womb,
the host of souls.

A Temple.
Of no gods.
No light.
Nothing may remain.

I am you.
And you are me.
No longer human.
No longer sword.
Did you drink my soul?
Or did I drink yours?

When you die.
I die.
When you live.
I can't.

All that lives—eat my flesh.
I no longer need this husk.
Useless—
blind, I finally see.

Then the stars again.
No more mud.
I no longer breathe earth—
farewell, kingdom of dirt.
You led?
I led?
Who thinks about this?

Ah—
I breathe.
Night air.
Owls.
Let me fly with you.

I return.
Reborn as sword,
not man
nor woman—
something in between.
Made of human meat—
or what is left.

You? Me? Us.
Hunt is on.
I come for you.