Scoundrel

Slide the knife under skin to restart desire.
Born from disaster is this harshest fire.

Alas do not believe fragments can save.
Esoteric instruction delivered by ghosts.
Seldom what’s right will be chosen.

Ink flesh until night transforms from decay.
For passion can never be closer than far away.

Select these vials.
Program these notes.
Divide and deface.
Wrangle or…

Be lost in this haze.
Stubborn, betrayed.
Choke on mistakes of a past.

Core has been spent.
Rise of repent.
Saviour is lies.
Cut from dark skies.

Head full of dominion meant to replace free thought.
Disgust traded for a bout of innocence caught.

Reduced down to flesh.
Bone fragments of nothingness.
Popped hope bubble torn to ribbons.
This criminality can’t be forgiven.
Forgiven.
Division.
Incision.
Oblivion waits in hands most unkempt.

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