With raiment bedecked by the grey, cloudfilled sky and the larks song pouring   on the dying day the chain upon my limbs, groping the fleshless wounds,   devoured the yearning bowels of compassion from foetal darkness.      Sleep derived from falling to escape breathless depths   where the dreamless pursuit is shattered, fused by contrivance   from stained womb, drowning in the air so thick with deceit   that the vapours of passion drop to your feet.      "From this angle it almost looked human   But the hole in the ocean just swallowed me up"      Down here you may hear a sharpened scream   forming featureless, enfettered states   that have me tearing the walls of danger   down here all is dark and dazzling      Slain by bliss and grief I kissed the raindrop on your taut, wooden cheek to reveal an empty cry that passed   in the swaying of the breeze.