Tear it all down
It is built on rot,
The sickly sweet cologne of wonderland decay,
And we are starving
But watch it wither ,
Feral smiles painted ****** across our cheeks,
Prodding at the scars with witches nails,
Hunters in the fray;
Spitting poison and daggers and shards of glass,
Leaving small disasters in our wake,
Too many to fathom
Still we are starving,
Tearing the world apart at the seams
From within,
Demanding:
You peel back the curtain
and you will witness the ruins
Filled with our skeletons picked clean,
But the flood water is rising,
And we have been so hungry...
Peel back the curtain.
We are done waiting.