You try to evade the state you are in,
grab a deep breath of air laced with fear,
then brace against the mercurial rain.
You sat yourself down upon the barbed wire
that rims the toilet seat of life.
Why are you surprised by the drops of blood
glistening on your beaten feet?
Oil stains your half full glass
but it is the only rainbow on
your withered path;
into an ever blacker mood.
And what comes with dark molestation
to haunt your inner eye?
Maybe it is the reek of burnt transmission fluid
on a starched white faith.
No longer the noble Toreador, you are
lower than a worm that tunnels through earth.
You have sunken to the neck
in the great garbage spice. Therefore
go ahead and evade, grab a deep
breath of air laced with fear.
Take a look around your not going
anywhere, there is a flock of ravens
hunting for some eyes and
yours are looking good and juicy.
Moreover, look at the great bloated moon,
bruised fruit rotting in a worn out sky.
It wont be long before you see that
cigar sunrise smoking over tenements
curdled cluster. Can you muster the
strength, to take that breath and face
one more day?