An Entire World of Suffering


I eat the fruit of delicious people
I am not amiable nor picayune
yes, I am a coterie of obscenities

what else is there inside me?
there exist hateful emotions
a stirring an energy a fierce desire

one aimless vector
you are raw you are profane
I scare you

I climb on top of cars
I scare you
you are the holiness underground

I aim to be forgotten
I am the emptiness inside you
I need to be propulsive… I plod

blood of the messiah
I am not the one
who hurt you?

crimson lines speckle these eyes
I am not the one
who cares?