Jimson Isolation - Integrity

Distraction crossing my mind

Words twisting outside themselves again

Embedded and red

Breath is fading out

Consecration swallows all that I was

Your touch opens the wound

Agreement follows blistering pain

Fever-touched flesh

Wishing there was nothing left

Desperate for lies to unfold heaven

Intolerant smiles

Ever-watching seas of greed

You want to take it away

I can taste the blood on the back of my throat

Nothing like your hatred to give me new hope

I look out

I see all your gaping mouths, eyes burning

Distractions hold somewhat true

Mine is only half

Let me out

Isolate