Mascara

As sex and scars, mascara covers The blood n liquor mingles on the bar Draining to the vast caverns of my horrors While dark dreams coalesce in all my corners I sit here wondering: What went wrong Why did my rage drive me to the edge As the screws turn deeper into my head I hear the whispers of Vile things best left unsaid Like sharp shards of bright days Left a lifetime ago, and far far away Forgotten, unforgiving, and unfortunate musings of murder mastication re-fed to the Masses. Of bloody books, black-eyed rooks… Mass hallucination and mass migration Mass annihilation… Of words that conspire mass conflagration in my Mad American empire of nightmares, blood, sex, scars, n mascara smeared across the face of innocence… Lock-step in time to the metronome as footfalls The hideous master race of murders and misinformation …echoes down history! You stand in the shower and steep, hot water runs fluids of your hypocrisy your darkest mascara, covering scars of pleasure and pain your misinformed ways. How can you be this thing I used to know, something I used to love someone I used to know my former American beauty, my nation of poor and unseen, the flies turn in between once was, As the flesh burns, the call of the conqueror worm, the lord of this Nihilistic Earth, this rare rage of helplessness enslaved in blood sex scars and mascara…