The Visitant - Internal Bleeding

Salvaging the remnants of my sanity

Staring back a tortured version of I used to be

Clock exhausts a minute nine

Soon I return to recesses of reality

I am a prisoner of my own mind

Soon I invite a never ending serenity of death

Bodies torn apart

The children burn

The dancing flames beckon me

Feasting on still beating hearts

Orgy atop the defleshed elders

Pain absorbed unwillingly entices me

Vicarious display of what I can never be

Lean to the left my purpose now defined

Epiphany bequeathed upon me

My mental state

A chosen trauma

Sweat cascades

Profusely

I shan’t resist the sadist’s siren

Wanton thoughts embalm me

All the years wasted

Serving the consensus

Hoping my reward waits in afterlife

Humans are voracious

Endeavors are contentious

Never to obey and be patron to a lie

Now refute me the ills of my philosophy

Exist in the act of the theater of the absurd

A world without hate

Connotates the irony

Causing misery and feel the remorse

The visitant

Lies

Greed

Envy

Sloth

One cannot survive

Without the other

All the years wasted

Serving the consensus

Hoping my reward waits in the afterlife

Sign of the time

Enslaves me

It traps me

Vicarious display of what I can never be

Moving to the left my purpose now defined

The epiphany bequeathed upon me

The visitant