bushwacked

stomach of locust hold yr tongue yr hordes will not swarm tonight words sprung like a drug that blackens yr world syrnge like nails carved from bone or horn insect sting of sleeping venom strapped stirruped and strutted clamped with forceps and scalpals of gleeming stainless steele hallucinating skin that you see but can not feel. surgery of revenge in a dripping tomb underground helpless in a concrete lair under cold white lights helpless like the blood of yr victims helpless carrion curse of jackall flesh what now with yr creeping lies? truth is not as malleable as yr body here tonight helpless as you lie here fading whimpering crying out to the whore in yr grave. justice wears a fearsome face behind this skull white mask the narcotic shroud i pass over you will paralyze you but not the pain. helpless like the children who died feeding on dust or slaughtered like pests carved from this world in pentagon cerimonies by a few drops of official black ink. disinfecting napalm carpet bomb i.v. drip a drop of poison in yr blood for every soul who will howl out yr eternal sentance when i release you from my grip. helpless soothing words will not ease the pain as i carve out yr liver with a mellon spoon and feed it to the maggots of yr brain. Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 09:36 AM PST   0 • 9