The scent of a mother

Pushing her through broken glass,

Empty eyes

And empty homes.

Dirty sheets

With stains on the walls,

Stains on the windows

Blurred visions

Blurred memories.

One million insects

Eat my flesh,

Leave me to rot

I couldn't love less.

Where in caves we formed

We had a common vision,

Now distractions enhance

What we call echo.

Mouth spews out no flowers

Naked flesh in the shower

You will drown me

To witness your disease.

The Book Of Ascension                                                                   Section 69