Sleep

There’s sleep in your eyes
A darkly expression
The veins on your nose
A sad progression
A sulphurous sweep
Your hair sort of tousled
Out and about
An ugly depression

You kill to be seen
And strip off their pure skin
Cured in the rivers
Darkly and pure sin
Wearing the ugliness
Sewed with real gut
Moving the fantasy
Open and shut

She walks the cat like
Wiggling her frame
Watchful designers
Caught in the flame
Tight over body
A sinister smile
Dripping with blood lust
Making a pile

Feminine standards
Lost in the dark
Beautiful fur babes
Lost from the park
Riddled with blood lust
Snotty and grey
We stole the beavers
And made them pay