the broken vase

the ludicrous image and the sun

sentenced to reality
we seek escape in the brothel of the world
where tender youth is bartered, sold
and ultimately destroyed
and they become as us

one with the ultimate sin
of poverty

naked we come and naked we go
but in the meantime we are
hardly more than liars
pimping dead images and the sun

hoping all who see us
become sick with sadness
as they succumb to grief

we cudda been lovers
but we couldn't contend
with the sense of full
responsibility

ultimately only pure strength remains

after the destruction
of the world