Balladeer

Go against the teachings
spare time for piercings
in undead places
look for Reaper Hill
and sing along the balladeer
of ending the world together
with Carthage, Sodom and Alexandria
with merchants going around in ancient Venice
while I drop some drops of saliva
bearing you in my soul
changing the panorama
with the visage of you inside my womb
male womb
praying that you come out alive
in Carnivàles of witchy-bitchy dark souls
sing along the balladeer
of white slik floating down from Bone Heaven
to feather you with a new life
not in Reaper Hill, but in the Silent One
let devils cry and harpies wail of woe
as my own persona Orpheus
cuts his own head to live forever
in the lays of us, ballading our history
together.
Forever together.