draw near

draw near

holy spirit

whisper silent venom

this world is diseased

flesh made raw

and everyone is sacrificed to the goddess of pleasure,

lying near the sun,

dye-ing

every day,

nakedly tears frozen in the heart

bleeding out obscenities

screams screech at night

pretense of pleasure

tearing each other apart

on a boat,

scrumptious dinners

eating flesh

feasting on pornography

and hate

dissing any opinion

stubbornly stuck like dead gum

into snickers of ugliness,

this world

it should not have been.