Forked tongues tell wicked lies on a bed of silhouettes drawn on the back of your eyes,

Majestic illuminations flash across the sky hidden within the stories whispered in the dark,

Designate your flavour of life as the wind is sucked from your sail and blown into another’s,

Misery created to tear the life from the limbs that once housed strengthens unknowingly endless,

Pride dictates a suffering bound in the shape of whatever its victims needs to see,

Congratulations child of meat for your moment to shine has come,

So don’t look away or ignore the fact that this is happening and that you are nothing more and nothing less,

For you,

Are nothing…