He will remain a walking corpse
His legs will move forward
Addictions itch at his throat
But only to crave more of the blood
He seeks, the man only thirsts…
~*~
Rapid-fire anger management and profanities screaming
You hold your own shredded throat by the unlocked trigger
And clutch tight, like the desperate straws you’re grasping
Beating dead, fucked over by your own sovereign banter
.
Relinquish the power, decorated in track marks and golden medals
But it could only last so long before synthetic monuments crumble
And you find your own damned children splattered all over the walls
Covered in a rain of glass and guilt, begging for some salvation to call
.
Viciously, all the bloated carnage starts reeling away from your reality
Disrupted by the way your faked defensive cries are still failing humanity
No empathy could ever understand the infection burning out your brain
You started with blind rage and opened up hell, but only mangled eyes remain.
~*~
Buried, his tomb will breathe
His hands will rise
From his shallow grave
Begging only for sleep
Dear father, I’ll be waiting
Saved you a seat in hell…