Vic Chesnutt
Glossolalia
I am a strangerLurking alone in my own vicious wildernessWhile the meat in my chestSqueezes and teases a hulking hungerGroping in motionBalance is but a shimmering notionAnd lurching compelledMy soul in its special hell of wet mortal limitsPerpetually thirstingBut i bask in a beautiful byproductFrom twisting torque of dichotomyWhat my eyes do seeIn this spilling, dead wicked desertIt dancesBorn of babbleIs now raison d'etre for the rabbleI sing my soulWith tongueA sword in the sunlightThrashing and flashingGlossolalia
From Letras Mania