Endless Wound

I have lived ceaselessly, open eyed
I created you
Born in the arms of deafness
To suffer for my pleasure
Staggering through life's dark catacombs
You wade in blood
As tapeworms surface through your skull, in hunger

With fervor I flame the burning heart
That quakes like lava within a volcano
And cast ash upon your dull crown
Without end, I fare and know—
The horse smells battle from afar
I labor in concupiscence for
Wounds that bloom eternally