gloom

 
corrupted obscenity dripping from the tongues of wraiths circling
in need of a place to land
to feel a space in the voided life
missing something discarding their purpose
a coveted spot for the damned

who sink in comfortably extending their reach
to rival humans in the world
lacing their tongues with razors
they slice at the esteem of the sane
blending in with the morose

there is little emotion they are lackadaisical
their lips pulled back cruelly
hitting their targets with a surgeon's precision
leppers of hateful need

a parasite born of discarded hate
collecting in the communal gloominess
you'll find them in the taboo topics people pick at
in the simmering hearts to the disturbed just waiting to explode