Bouts of Crazy

Bouts of Crazy

A Poem by Morteica



Lust-less children lie in the gutters
Of the cities they had spent their lives to reach while
Viral diseases infect the radio waves
Every other Thursday of the month.


Bombarding ancestor-less children with the
Unspoken accusations whispered on the day when the
Moon took it upon itself to implode;
Pardon me, O Devine One, for I will not fall to my knees in your worship.


How are you my dear parasite?
Armageddon is not bloody enough for you I see. Is it
That you still long for the slaughterhouse aroma you can imagine
Everyone producing as their minds explode?


Lifeless sheep walk on hind legs while
Insects swarm the carcass.
Fevered strangers stroke our faces. Because this is
Everything that we love.

© 2012 Morteica

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Wow! Dark, sultry, vivid, powerful. I love it. I had to read it a few times to be able to construct my mental images and with each read I understood somethng I had overlooked during the previous reading. Thank you for sharing!

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Thank you for reading :)

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