A desert envelopes my body, licks my blackened heart with a stamp and sends me 3rd class to a sealed dimension.
Second thoughts seize me; I escape from one hell into the next, a true dystopia for the true believers.
Cynicism is a crime, a payable fee and a death sentence, a futile oxymoron for the livid.
Down an alley, a tear full of dreams rolls down and onto a homeless thought.
The rope swings like a child on forbidden ecstasy, hissing like a serpent.
I always thought being idiotic was a religion until I converted.
Salvation is your friend and your enemy.
Maggots release me.