From moment to moment, from sun up to sunset
My complexion a despondent hue of pale regret
My bloodshot eyes a permanent crimson misfit
This identity of mine on loan, engineered by a counterfeit
Beastly life motivated by greedy profit
Gluttonous abuse influences forks right into light sockets, depleting various parts of my innocence like a fucking tactful pickpocket
Bed of thorns, the bedrock's leaking through the faucet
Drifting out far from blue clouds composite
All them skeleton's don't fit in your broom closet
The look in my sister's eyes when you threw that television set, I know you remember she sold her body after that, it was her only outlet
Your religious parameter got you running a cold sweat
Time playing russian roulette, death the icy cold bullet
Your God cannot save you now, only words spoken with truth will protect, despite allegiance to devotion your beginning to suspect in the actions which displayed you in the worst of respect, decades left completely unchecked.
Feast one's eyes on the warped and torturous wounds tenderly suffering all battered and bruised, lucid mindset.
Conceived in the blood of the grim, harrow be I the Reaper



© Ava Morris