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?