Empty, unplowed fields
Thick, lonesome woods...

Paint me a tapestry
Colors richer than the red wine, the fresh fruit...

Turn off the lights and let’s pretend
Like the hippies in the park parade...

I sit on the pew silent and unmoved as a dying...
The priest’s eyes wander to my still mouth...

Have you ever felt barbaric as you perched over...
Teeth gritted pain, hand clutching the exposed...

Swish your hips, dear lady
Get lost in the moment with ones already launched...

I crunch through the fallen autumn foliage
My thoughts high above the towering treetops...

Tears, blood, and anger
This is what you’ve drawn from me...

The skin of demons stretches over my dry bones
Blood the color of decay flows through my marrows...

It’s too simplistic
Too primitive...

It’s an infestation
Barricading the way out...

What did I do to deserve this?
Did I give a dirty glance...