Lydia's Black Lung

I'm laid out

Like a martyr on a redwood plaque.

She's burning

The ticks right off my back.

I'm indulgent

I like to cater to peculiar whims

She's fascinated

By my artificial limbs

Asphyxiation

Love's monstrous charm

Asphyxiation

A slow suicide

My life's expended

For my last cigarette

Extreme unction

And pulmo-cardiac arrest.

Asphyxiation

Love's monstrous charm

Asphyxiation

A slow suicide

And I smother myself.

In Lydia's Black Lung

Lydia's Iron Lung.

Lydia's Black Lung.

Lydia's Iron Lung.

In Lydia's Black Lung

Lydia's Iron Lung.

Lydia's Black Lung.

Lydia's Iron Lung.