LukeMorrison

Teardrop streams

The Night burns bright.

Lost tears of anguish and rage

spew from the cracks of heaven

and caress my cheek.

 

Accusatory lights puncture my psyche

and unravel my soul,

tearing me back to reality and

searing my infections with acidic burns.

 

Fucking cunts, eating their way

through the natural paradise.

Grey walls and faceless men

eat the bones of the unworthy.

 

Can I see through the darkness?

Can I pierce through the screams of the innocent and

carry myself above and out of the din?

And if I can, why would I return?