Chiseled mind
bound to synthetic joy
kiss the warden
Goodbye
Time to go play in your
Sandbox
Turn your back
on the gentle hands
that once carried you
to
chase the flaming
wings that
silence your tongue
within a casket
Your Decaying
VOICE-BOX
A magnificent
shelter for
your invitation
to death's door
Hear them shower you
with lies
taste their creamy
smiles and sweet skin
Inhale the breath
around the baby's tooth
with meandering nares
that swell from the
Spry Scent of Sin
Experience
the Vial
dance within your
effervescent blood
Your soul's
on a leash
waiting to be torn to shreds
Your mind
a balloon on a string🎈
waiting to POP
Your nerves
burrow beneath the
EARTH
surrounded by faults
Ready to CrACk
No!
There's no turning back
Now go play in your sandbox
and
Bury Your Toys
Hope and prayers for anyone feeling lonely.
You are not alone.