Running away as the world burns
Consumed by sin gluttonously devouring all
Bestow upon us our deserved crown of thorns;
better pain than apathy.
Numb to senses as we drive our nails deeper,
penetrating bone in self-mutilation.
All the vices couldn’t stop the bleeding.
Walking corpses living a daydream
even though reality is always within reach.
Nothing remains; all the King’s horses
and all of the King’s men
nothing was enough to put it together again
Fucking monsters, burn it all.
Author’s Words for Thought
“And my anger will be kindled, and I will kill you with the sword, and your wives shall become widows and your children fatherless.” -Exodus 22:24