The Funeral Dream Shocks a Vision
Sleeping in the bones of humanity
A fear snarls complications and apathy
As humid poverty dies ingesting vices
While tossing dice into the digital
Scream as surrealistic executions
Rifle through old files yellowed
The answer is never bound but held
Loosely by iron-hands of iron-men
As women wearing polite lies ring bells
Applauding ejaculations from hell
At once a sickness ferments lock-jaw
Gnashing us all with the fangs of its law
Until ghosts outline exoskeletons
Of crawling roaches behind a wall
Of painted flowers strangling sanity
As toxic exhalations whisper
Oblivion in a nanosecond shivers
Lilacs and perverted old men licking
Tremors of shouting and shaking
Entities hiding within decrepit norms
Digging for worms fishing for faces
Within the bubbling illusion of depth
Copyright © Alex Roth | Year Posted 2016
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