Torn And Taken

Severed reflections upon a razors edge.
Words you’ve spoken are without pledge.
For light can’t rise from our inverse pit.
It’s why we remain knee deep in shit.
Desperate for glimpses at the beyond sky.
Fractured by cyclone’s that mark goodbye.
Pulverized by disjointed prayer.
Hair stands up as we accept despair.

Disembodied by the vacuum of our souls.
Stretched out acorss eons of hot coals.
Shattered upon the jagged abject rocks.
Bodies pulsing with corruption shocks.
Winding deeper into our chest cavities.
Filling up our fragile minds with sleeze.
Perforation snapping our hope.
Upon these words we forever choke.

Trigger warning that our systems failed.
If only we had renounced and joined the veiled.
Perhaps pollution might have been our key.
Rather than walk amongst cycling heresy.
Of amalgamated prostitution pacts.
Dolled out by our high council rats.
Fixated upon saving naught by trinkets.
Never consider or even think this.

Emerald seas stained by our chemical habit.
Still we reach out to try and grab it.
But what remains are lies made physical.
What should not have been at all visible.
Yet here it stands looming over our heads.
Or it stands at the foot of our beds.
Reminder of how far we’ve dropped.
That in this cage we made we are locked.