Deal With It
Why have rules when there's
No one left to break them?
Who can fill the gap
When the seal will never tear?
This unholy conscience
Swallows the smile.
So dirty, frail,
With a mind so bare.
I'd rather eat the flesh
Of a rotting infant leper
Than spend another night
Thinking about truth.
Why do these bones
Weaken and wither?
If we bathe in snakes,
While demons soothe.
Crystalline eyes
Shining with glory,
Breasts aflame
With a kerosene kiss.
Frigid beauty
Fractures a lie,
Parading backward,
Scab on a stitch.
Ancient bruises
Healed by sodomy,
Battle the contrasting
Colours of sin.
Watch as the tears
Are drawn into fantasy,
Lifting the wings
Of cruelty within.
  *~Jacklynn