garish cherub

 
godless cherub in garish midnights
spike the madness then retreat down the blackened corridor
grotesque features, face contorted in rage
spat at the twilight's grace
 
her sin shiny in the darkness  
hung on her crookedly
misfit of eternity she succumbs
 
her lips blaspheme  
then repent
our Father hallowed be thy name
my shame is great
 
the shallow dark quickens
infernal harlot of the horde
becomes nothing imparticular  
it never ends
 
asylum of the damned
the orderlies profane

your room madame?
 
Lysol and bedlam  
it reeks of truth