Infection

Infection, eating away at the beloved-enraged pain rages within the confinements of the mind-bleed into the cup, wash the wounds with holy water-torn from the mountains, spread over the unclean. Engage the pitiful and rip the blood soaked insides out as the bodies litter your open streets, cries to the heavens end in death dead fills carts, halls turn to mud soaked pits, overflowing with the discarded, masks cover the truth of the people-cannot escape the fate of everything. Rich die beautifully, cannot buy the life you want-surrender to the grim reaper, let him tear your soul out to be given to no one and scraped along the walls of sanity. Dead in the streets, crawl over the dying-bred fears plead for freedom, but the chemicals in the head rip them apart, new war-new death-new hate.