Molecules of Joy

We gnaw on thunder spun from silk. In vile shade of

vanished milk. We hunt starvation, raw and blind, a trembling altar in the mind,

yeah. Each ember sermon, each sip a fraud. We pawn our

marrow just for God. Fever blooms then wilts away, yeah.

A choir of craven fades to gray, yeah. Oh,

hallowed ache. Sweet sugared void . We forge our thrones ,

remain destroyed . We crown our thirst , caress the ploy

, and swallow down those molecules of joy. We dream in