Jim

could any hell be more
horrible than now
& real

“I pressed her thigh
& death smiled”

death, old friend
death & my cock
are the world
I can forgive
my injuries
in the name of

wisdom

luxury

romance

Sentence upon sentence
Words are healing

Words got me the wound
& will get me well

If you believe it

All join now in lament
for the death of my cock
a tongue of knowledge
in the feathered night

boys get crazy in the head
& suffer
I sacrifice my cock
on the altar
of silence

By : Jim Morrison