Broken Oracle

I feast upon your lines,
like wine extracted
from the bitter fruit of lies

I write you in
my book of lamentations,
how I hate them

Scratching words into the paper
Serifs crucifying seraphs,
How I make them

Dreams metamorphose
into nightmares, all fear
The matchstrike slaughterhouse

Take me to the pyre, into the fire
where I shall bake
Burn me away, facade unmade

Cinders my soul comprised of,
lingers like a stain and I become pain,
only bones remain

You shall rue the day,
I ever sung you my songs
Run long, I love the chase
I will find your face
and make it the receptacle
of my spectacle.

Rob my grave,
only to put me on display

I called to you from my hole
I once laid out the litany
Unrolled in unholy scrolls

My dark heart is none for you
The feeling is revoked,

Unspoken omissions
Leave me in stitches
Never to be forgiven

You are in exile
Reviled, on my every breath

Rot and wither now
Rotten, with her now

I bear witness in all,
My eyes open wide
Heedful and unsurprised

All the data I observe to synthesize
My council silent, I wait for you
to speak your truth

I am the judge
The executioner too
Unilateral full power

And I find you

Guilty
As charged
For all

I will do
With you
As I please

I am only the symptom
You're the disease