I am here, alone, the only one who knows truth from lust and hate. The horrific nightmares man has unleashed. The price of love has risen, for too many soulless mothers born out into our world the loathsome half alive servants of pain and darkness.
Each head that bends for their kiss be damned, each hand that stretches to take their disease like rotten coins, be damned. Poison leaks from their skin, sucked up greedily by those that have no purity left inside their hollowed out vessels.
Accusation is pointless for no one can ever hide the abominations they have spewed forth. Cast them out, from your temples and homes, pity them not for they are the damned. They wash their hands in blood and leave misery in every pocket.
YOU ARE READING
A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)
PoetryJust some random poetry from my collection of strange thoughts.
