Wurms

A burning carcass,
dying and festered
bleeding the sensitivity out
Mind blocked
can't speak
these worms will only retreat

Ignite the father
realign the faltered,
distant ego
from it's slumber
it awaits to re-awaken an opiate of your mind



Falling to an early grave
wallowing in misery
directionless and lost
gone, such a lost cause

Confusing the state
of his fellow evolved apes
At the end of his mind





Such worms squirm free