Shutup... it's 1am and I havent done one of these in awhile.

You can have your twisted words
in tendrils of superficiality.
The meat,
dripping from the bones
of soft, encrusted light
showers even the daintiest
of objectivities.
This world, I'll never know
as dark becomes light
and failings become victories.
In a final gasp of remorse
the old falls away
making all things new.
Go on, go on,
Eat, for tomorrow we live
in soft scattered droplets
of existence and charity
Phasing only the unknown
with dreams of liquidity
and unrighteous truths.
Believe me, believe me,
it only wants your innards.
It only wants your mind,
with cortex and synapse,
your fulfilled mind.
Your backwards walk cant hide
the spirals of hope
within the confines
of the ever present
struggle.
Fade.
Out.
Now.
Believe their lies and nothing in it,
just as the vultures
who live off of what
once was
and will
never
be
again.