I'm laid out
Like a martyr on a redwood plaque.
She's burning
the ticks right off my back.

I'm indulgent
I like to cater to peculiar whims
She's fascinated
by my artificial limbs

Asphyxiation
Love's monstrous charm
Asphyxiation
A slow suicide

My life's expended
for my last cigarette
Extreme unction
and pulmo-cardiac arrest.


Asphyxiation
Love's monstrous charm
Asphyxiation
A slow suicide

..and I smother myself.

In Lydia's Black Lung
Lydia's Iron Lung.
Lydia's Black Lung.
Lydia's Iron Lung.


In Lydia's Black Lung
Lydia's Iron Lung.
Lydia's Black Lung.
Lydia's Iron Lung.


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