Bile

the bile that spits through
the breaks of my rotting teeth -
no apology can rise
against the gravity of my Karma,
an orbit of Shame,
the only assurance and insurance is that
God hates me enough to
stil take notice.

i must Scream
Louder than the
vacuum, the roar
of emptiness feeding
an infinite appetite -

Why must I be destroyed?

The Prey and Predator
are united upon
the event of consumption -

Love comes in Blood.
Death the ultimate reconciliation.