Exhume the bodies of your past lives,
Consume their essence for your nourishment.
Their knowledge, another state of mind,
Shall be reincarnated through you.

A violent perfume is excreted from a rubber balloon.
The odor lounges, disturbing victims near and far.

A bleached-snow vortexes my way.
A blemished goddess taunts its presence;
Her scoffing words dealt little damage for she resides in the storm;
Her sluggish enclosure resumes course.
Blinded by a flurry of misconception,
Her face has lost an ornament- and she reaches into the storm.

Licking sweat- salty human essence.
Stinging; the drought consumes the lips,
The tongue, the throat.

The mind is invigorated by the burn.
Saliva coat consumed by the elements-
Grain sand, now salt.

Doors--run through the doors.
The shape of age is not
Hate--the great escape,
So strange, the mouth will gape.

Walls--they hold you in;
Your face will age and rot.
Shame--the bed you've made,
So vague, the sand parade.

Cursed--you all are cursed
To stay within these walls.
Pain--a mindless state,
They made the jacket straight.

Take the time--commit the crime;
Unaware of precautions they will take.
Above the jail--the sirens wail,
Casting a shadow on all those who lie awake.