Age Of Apostasy

I was born with the sun shining upon my skin

I was born into a world saturated with sin

pestilence shone, through his void grinned

for the second I broke from the womb the sky above dimmed

birthed not from a mother but a sick man

my coming heralded an end, the age of apostasy began -

those I loved killed by the evil inside

cursed by a Devils backbone, there was no where to hide

[but inside their minds]

now I live with the beautiful people and their screeching cries

I avoid their clumpy fingers, their black empty eyes,

vying for flesh and choking upon lungs of rubber

floating with a ghastly gracefulness that makes the north wind shudder

[bullet wounds

gunshot holes -]

with the devil inside I know only fear

knowing nothing of love, my soul bedridden and queer -

[maggots and live thriving

between fleshy folds]

in the distance a woman cries, piercing the silence like a bell

surely that can't be -

surely that can't be the scent of sex I smell?

Alas 'twas only wishful thinking, my pretence playing unfair,

the beautiful people finally had prey and were stripping her bones bare -

ruthless, ecstatic, bodies twisted and vile

clutching strips of flesh only then did they laugh and smile.