They're from narcissus.

I want you to stoke me 

To spark my outrage

To wind me up

To light my fuse

To set me off

To push me pull me

Piss me Tuesday

Crank and fuel me

Hold me under

Tie me up - interrogation

Slap me like a pent up screw

Water board and Chinese torture

Tie my bollocks to a 12 volt battery

Leave the prison door wide open

Until I run away laughing

Then shoot me in the back 
with a bullet of salt

Just send me packing but

be immaculate

with my words I say

They are the diamonds

Of my soul
cutting themselves
in vein

do me a service

Burn them to cinders

Throw them in my face

Hate them to ribbons

Strangle them with lace

One fine day they'll melt and sink

Written on water in blue ink

One fine day they'll define me

Until then please

don't despise me

Crack their dust

with a broken glass

Crave them Dore

Grind their bones

Gut them like a fatted River

Chew them up

and spew them backwards

Cut them up with rusty scissors

Fuck those words

They're from narcissus.

2016 - Moscow 

pic: Anatole |Green