Secretion of the flesh
Decaying process
Habitual intoxication
A wasted creation
A wretched touch

Asphyxiation on words that should not have been spoken
Limb from limb shutting down slowly corroding every inch


Vicious habit of judgment
Grave mistake coerced in sin
Strangling on decayed bodies
Rotted parts with every binge

Grasp This Nightmare

Your desolate commodity
construes an oblivious terror
brought on yourself
Bodily functions cease to exist
as a non-virtuous destructive despair
lives within each and every one of us

its resting place
perilous endeavor
of a desecrated fate that shimmers in the light
buckets filled with blood poured on humanity
a massacre of altered thoughts

Plead out for Reason
Toxin drenched Treason
Desperate cry for help
You are the antidote to this filth that lives among us