Humming Miter

Force fed bodies into empty rooms

Long burnt plastic waxing moon

Ebbing ember wanes and shrivels

Flows weakly as ceaseless rivers

Bellowing hoarse, into the wall

Sea of dead eyes, waking rolling

Carapace drags, on and on

Shell of a shell, on and on

Folds of money pass through my hands

Just as quickly to another’s

Don’t question your own self worth

Accept that you are fucking worthless

Crushed worm under the foot of terra

And here I am, lacking desire

Bellowing hoarse, into the wall

Bellowing hoarse, at you