Devotee To the Present Age

You wake up panting and its just like awakening from the dead A bruised lip and monsters tearing each other in your head Boom! And just like that you are out of your bed Running as though chased by the werewolves Who've just burst out of their own clothes And split their own clothes now on their true wolves Fast! Screaming loudly as though possessed The demons rejoicing through your filthy mouth Interesting long-legged mashed head cursed Those popping eyeballs mouth-blooded cursed Immorality you sound like a cursed preacher Up and down talk to that being facing you Stumbling over bricks, walking on egg shells Freedom! Freedom! They mouth it power Young and hungry interesting they sing Wrinkles hidden under the heavy powder Eye lashes heavy as the clouds pleading to let go Noses trimmed and plastic faced, Dead It's so intriguing yet saddening Undesirable down to short of description. Pathetic close to an understatement Beauty is a wink close yet a million miles away Facing the other side its like a prank But when reality knocks The breeze gets stuffed the situation suffocating