Her promises shine golden
His intent rings true
But when forced to the grindstone
Everything falls through.

Can we blame them?
The charade society provokes
Through ***-fuelled propaganda and sappy envelopes
Has written off all stench of decay.

Drug-induced perspective renders each romance fresh
Blinding one to the maggots eroding its flesh
Where people **** to conceal their pain
And persist in vain
To shape the ghost of a dream.

Long after ******
The facts emerge.
Couples gape at their necrotic afterbirth.
They don't understand the futility
Of simply coping.

Gone is hoping
For something beyond the physical.

There's nothing mystical
About mindless lust
Or the relationships scattered to dust
In its wake.

Lend whisper... Freedom!
See how she lies.
Her militant thighs
Smeared in honourable discharge
Nearly rotten to the core.

Lend ear! A Kingdom!
Tales of bread rich as flesh
Wines, bled fresh
From vineyards built upon stars
Which the feeble engorge.

He discarded skin ages ago,
The figure in your midst.
His steps bereft of shadow,
And he lies for lying's sake,
Splitting conversation's wrists
With a keening grin.

The spineless snake,
******* by subtle charm,
Offers two expressions for every moment,
Intertwined.
No longer recalling
The face he was given.

Intangibility
Is his only refuge
In a world of pantomime.

I'd champion peace
But it's too easily broken
Love?
By definition, ideal...
Oxytocin, that's real
Good and Evil?
False reprieval
Morals are pandemic deceit
Warped belief that apart from particles
Humanity matters
Our fathers vomited fact for sweet self-preservation
Stitching saviours from
Bygones of creation

In the end, I am my own
I will trod this path alone
Hollow to the bone
Until I decompose.

The truth?
I simply live
For fear of death.