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