More and More
More and more,
They want more,
Half rotten flesh smeared across the bloody door,
Where skin ripped apart
Found its abode
Oxygenated body robust from maggots of blood thrust, black eyed, savour and devour the corpse,
Tracing back to the veins lying superficially,
In jars of muscles and bones cut from ebony,
Scraped of their marrow,
Ivoried from TNT finely structured and
Bombarded by felonies beyond humanitarian censorship or control.
From the hell's brink
Chastisement pours to cut of your souls,
Satanic rituals of occult birth rise to shatter your senses, and seek for refuge in animosity,
So as to fulfill the accomplishment
Of fertility to brazen and become barren,
Only to harvest cracks that seep and perchlorate,
The waters of devil activities and breathe in the forbidden air of poisoning brutality,
Vivisected carefully to decompose and compress a handsome ransom of faces jolted to master a pestering smile,
Plastered all over the periphery of those dirty mouths.
Their smiling swords strike with apathy on some weakened strands of existence,
That burn and burn and melt into broiled hides,
Circumambient all over till the peripheral vision goes,
Walls that never stop moving,
Abiding by no law of physics,
Keep pushing the remains into a pot
To be rectified and resurrected
Deep frying "it" to superhumane division wreaking vengeance; sociopathic, with fake emotions.
So now what do I do?
To not end up like this unfortunate counterpart, that bore holes in empty walls?
What do I do to not fall in the pot and become a delicious delicacy of the wildly untamed?
What do I do to protect the little beans that have sprouted in the garden of eve?
What do I do to stop an emotional murderer?
What to I do to stop from asking and being afraid of these dirty fairy tales?
Fairy tales that are too true to be true?
Fairy tales of demons that slice benevolence and somehow harvest the seeds of hatred?