Time Stops

Tickled by last nights endeavors, a midnight rendezvous has left me cold and sour. Brittle teeth cracking at the seems, choking on the distaste of flesh, distorted.

How the little nymphs danced with delight upon rotting carcasses;
Licking and kissing the teet of shame, placing teardrops on a child's grave.
Weep not for innocence lost, but for the depravity of bloodlust hiding in shadow.

Why? Why must you hide and cower in all your filth? Show yourself, please.
Let them see all the disgust, all the rotten buildings decayed with their mistrust. Laced with the scintillating drippings of morality plagued by conformity.

A travesty, her name sake birthed of hatred and pain, blame shackled to none.
No redemption for the crumbling leaf wandering off an auspicious dream.
He floats ever so lightly, chasing a gentle breeze held in his own bloodshed. The dead, tell no lies, but only whisper of calm before the storm, and usher in the final outcome, all that was created.

Preparing for when all is lost, the weeping sin begins to crawl towards a wavering ship set to sea.
Flame alight on twisted candles stuck in muddy drought for the losers of sequestered fate. Every debate of man slashed at wrists, severed by thoughts, and held down by the hands of femininity.

Against the sacred throne shattered by fear, a sweet farewell, a lonely tear that longs for a kiss; the last touch of a dying man. A simple yet, endearing sigh left upon the wings of a fairy, fluttered off to an endless stream and all time stops.