Nothing is Sacred


Nothing is sacred
Eventually, with time and coincidence
It All becomes tainted
Embrace the frigid air ripping through your baby blanket
The final exoskeleton
The futile patience
Of the jumbled rats racing
To the jungle cats waiting

For the next piece of flesh to prey on
Light transcends to darkness
Death becomes the liquid to rejuvenate the prospective Harvest
Pull out the bleeding heart
To dissect the empty epicenter of the artist
Choke upon the salt we all lick
It tastes so sweet
Till your senses become sour
One life taken in one hour
36 weeks to create
Destroyed with one bullet
We all got the triggering
Who's got the guts to pull it?