Casual catastrophe The hollow yearn of death’s widow Bites the pavement on a thunderous night For crippled rattles to ignite
The insidious ruin Rides a blanket corpse into the liquor store hold up Feigns apparitions for the madness Distilling cruelty as a hand’s reach for addicts
A sleeper savant Stretches his face across barren lust A killing grin between rotting tusks That rent the light out of a *****’s still blood
Devouring maggots Of the ignorant, the arrogant, the cruel Kiss the blisters on the swollen hearts Of starving nations left to tear themselves apart
6:34am, January 9th 2014
Wow, I haven't written social commentary in awhile. I was inspired by this brilliantly dark track, which incited some deep revulsion in me: http://russiancircles.bandcamp.com/track/burial
We are intelligent enough to find many reasons to ****, directly and indirectly. Loss of empathy, desperation, to feel in control. Humans are terrifying creatures.