Imagine the infinite loneliness
Creeping through the veins like polluted streams
Toxic waste pumping at the heart
A factory of misery sending spore plumes in the air
That is the kind of vile vermin preys on children.

The kind of people who
Can’t prescribe to society,
Finds clarity only in disparity
Desperately needing that attention,
Hopeless in the attempts to feel anything but indifference.

Addled by addictions
Blaming them for maledictions
Tormenting with words and eyes forever on the prey
Pulse of their finger tips bleeding in anticipation
Dreaming of ways to act like a year long krampus
To any child who speaks up against the abuse

Sick loners,
Even the roaches scatter and leave
A company of one,
Seething breaths heavy heaved
Derelict hygiene, paralytic intelligence
Caught in a scheme to ruin innocent things
Because do unto others that has been done unto  them is the motto.

Hurting others won’t heal
Finding no answers at the bottom of the bottle.
Maybe in the interim,
Bite into reality, now swallow.