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