22.86 Centimetre Screws

22.86 Centimetre Screws

(An ode to Nine Inch Nails)

I’m feeling delicate tonight

In this sinfully cold twilight,

The line is stretching through the way

But it begins to blur.

My hostile heart is self-destructing,

As politicians are corrupting

A world where love is not enough,

Because you can’t have her.

God Money severs all my strings

Reptilian imaginings,

My pusher, whore, my need for more,

I’m on my hands and knees.

The perfect drug to ease my heart

I will not let you fall apart

A downward coil of flesh and bone,

Now do something for me.

You handfeed me a terrible lie,

I’m sucking stars down from the sky,

But still, there’s no proximity,

A perfume fills the air.

Come on down, the pigs are marching,

The needles in my veins are arching,

The void is looming Closer now,

Together in this, we’re.

My fingers ring of silver spent

Betrayal of my master, Trent.

I’m fragile, hurt and down in it,

Survivalism squad.

You sing your songs of heresy,

But still there’s no proximity.

Collecting heads with holes in them:

I’m Closer to my God.