Insect Prayers...

Dew drops on a spider's web, redeeming beauty in a wasteland of broken glass and rusted gates.

The manic prayers of an insect are

Brought to ‘Amen’ by a rainfall of blood,

Entombed in molten diamond,

Like the indestructible energy, it sparkles

In the minds of demons.

 

Thin gold,

A cold grave, a nest of glittering cannabis leaves,

A bed of hypodermic needles plucking

Souls from deep beneath the skin.

Webs deformed from muscle thread, gilded in mucus.

Lacewings fled,

Or froze with fear while spiders bled.

Author's Note

A bit dreamy and probably doesn't make much sense.