I will not hear your awful truths
I cannot bear the sting of your ugly know
The cave that is my heart is filled with soured youth
The thing that I crave reeks of poisoned crow.
I believe the bitter bloated lie
I love the blood in its taste
The pigs in my liver piss in their sty
There are no more lovers of love chaste.
My stomach tightens with burdened fear
My brain seethes with freedoms cost
The last filament of my mind is seared
Serenity and peace the surrendered cost.
You cannot tell me anything that I don’t know
You can’t make me see the penniless host
The path to the ending is painfully slow
A plaintive crying dead mans boast.
I plead to you, ghost of eyes, deliver me with death, so as to avoid the harvest of choked deadened love.