When a God Falls

It feels like eons since you threw me to the wolves. Still I bared my teeth and for every drop of life's blood that fell I took another step, clamping my jaws on every throat with in reach, thrashing for all that I was worth then climbing over the body until none stood before me. With the scars crossing my eyes I stood proud and used my blood encrusted mouth to pull the victims of society from beneath the corpses into the sunlight. But those scars prevented me from seeing them crawl back in to feed on the visceral spillage civilizations left behind. I turned my head to the moon howling, howling, spitting my soul upon that floating rock inscribing every ounce of love I had to show this Earth the value of the lives that exist here only to hear them crawl into the caves that house the sewage running freely beneath everything. Now I don't have a single note left to offer and I feel my strength running down my leg with every step I take. Eventually all my senses become clogged with the pollution people bathe in joyfully. I look down and see my own entrails dumped out before me and sit down to eat choking on my own bile as I watch it spill back onto the ground, ever lapping at my gore.