fill up.
feed up.
then pray the words
intertwined with the sounds
of your naked fear.

drink up.
never look back.
tear up.
and tear down the small of
your chained thoughts.

look up.
hurry up.
there isn't time
for your hindsight
or even for breathing.

the echo of a god
is chasing your being
and the hallucination
of your downtrodden soul
is breaking you
into fragments of the theory
you've longed to be.

feel up.
**** up.
dress down.
and break through.
hold up.
speed up.
it's easier when you can't
see the screams.
when you can't
undo the sins.

keep up.
it's not going away.