Ensnared by the binds of consuming maturity

Insatiable demons of greed tearing from me all that's familiar

All that's sacred, all that's good

My being bent to the point

Where I no longer see that my world

Is a world of fools



The pained contortion of my face

Bears witness to the sickening irony

To gaze upon the image

Captured for eternity by machine

Would whisk away

The illness that abounds



Would wrap me within a gentle cloak

Of visions

Of the warmth and smells of that night



Countless sighs ago

Countless cries ago

Seemingly lives ago

It seems we wash our hands a bit more these days



Take me back to my home

That will forever be the past

I cringe at the grim reality

It conjures up a violence within me

Best left unseen

It seems to tear blood from my eyes

As the tears have run dry

To sleep; to dream

To come as close to that eve

As I'll ever fucking be again

As I would trade infinity

To be that na