See, Listen

I prey on your principles, with a thick claw stabbing through the bone, Into the soft recesses below the layers of hardened counterfeit I feast on your innards before you know I exist, And when the emptiness hits, Your judgement does hiss I cross the coals with chilled alertness, Fire burning into the soles I have licked They clobber onto me till I see stars And I wait till their fiery suns die in their pique of agony I see you for who you are, bare skeleton, With no more eyes to see, And no more ears to hear I see you for what you were always destined to be— Powdered bones in the wasteland of Forgotten And as your returned dust does blow through hot, whimpering winds I take your condemnatory eyes, And your crooked ears, And I profess loudly to the nether land, “No soul shall rest upon here!”