Morbid creatures shout and twist,

And it's quite funny how we associate words with feelings,

When no word could truly describe a feeling,

As we fear these raging monsters.

They repeat there atrocities over and over,

And nothing is more illusory than love,

To you, and I, and everyone.

And lacerations of light scream across the sky,

Mangled teeth in mouths yellow from disease,

Glisten and gnarl and gnash away at the flesh of past memories.

Blood drains away from the bite wounds,

In your brain,

And memories play on red stains,

Disrupted by your face,

And forgotten as you walk away.