you know like when you eat something akin
to spaghetti bolognese with
penicillin bacteria
get a fever and wish you were a no. 86 bus driver
speeding past the greenbelt in the night?
oink oink i do too.
well... it makes you burp less that penicillin spaghetti bolognese
than cucumbers ever will.

Cheerful smiles and hearty laughs belie a monster's presence
False stories and impressions of grandeur contribute to an energy
A crackling spark of incandescence
For this beast is not one of tooth or claw
But something far more deliberate and precise
Ready with sarcasm dripping from the maw

A creature of charisma skilled in manipulation
Jaws primed to spew caustic venom
With a malicious intent for social *******
Its bright eyes quickly scan the room
Sorting the sheep and deciding on which's weaknesses to feed
Trusting this monster assures certain doom

It's a slithering fiend flexing predatory instinct
Composed of façades that are cleverly distinct
Thriving in thoughts of darkness and demise
Hissing lies from midnight to sunrise
Whose only desires are simply to make you bleed
The Psychopath is a snake indeed

Words words
They describe
The indescribable
Or attempt to
How do you
describe hope
Or it's lack
Closed tunnels
Shut doors
Darkened paths
How do I describe
This pretty thing
I'm not sure I ever had
If it even is pretty
Some might claim
It's hideous a lie
At least to those it left
Or the bitter folk
Who ignored it.

It clings to my fingers
This terrible filth
I can't touch you
Or you'll get it
I try to clean
But it spreads
Could I burn it away
Can I pray it away
They say no
They say it's
Here to stay
It's in my soul
But what do they know.