Consumed

The gracious steps of chorus,
molder through our bones,
toothsome;
this present forest,
seeping hallow porous tones,
leaping from the slippery stones,
they were sleeping,
loaded,
before we had established our homes.

Strewn onto the crust,
injected to the rich robust,
thick,
assiduous thrust,
of slow rusting cuffs,
keys;
mocking all that we entrust,
docking all devotion,
only to combust...

to enslave us,
with its trusting crutch,
logic yells,
that it must be us,
the ill will,
and malignity,
a racing berserk,
for what it's worth,

~destiny~

for what it is;
earth:
simply dirt,
swallow this perverted dessert,
follow Apollo's and gods,
only to revert,
back to a mutated concert,
asserted with ancestral soul,
celestial control,
just so you can hide the hole,
a discount to potential goal:

Turning razorblades dull,
desirous diamonds to coal,
and liars desires,
consumed by their skulls.