the hungry mouth of death's machine

~

i chew bullets in my dreams

wake to nightmares, gums are bleeding,

'pull the fucking trigger'

whines my metaled teeth,

the death machine wants feeding

.

grab the battle axe and grind it

always drug-of-choice be needing

in this hellscape we call life

i'm addicted to the scheming

.

slut for power

slut for fame

in this gilded cage remain

swallow down that key

of selfish prison

stay in this grotesque game

.

where's a saviour when you need one,

dead-end alley drug crusade?

i search for angels in each caustic bin, give in

the death machine wants paid

.

invite the devil on your doorstep

there are no survivors here

embrace the lying face, the bastard race

the blame, the shame, the fear

.

clutch that rosary tight to ward off

the gangrene that's setting in

peal the deadened haze back from the root

to reveal the blight within

.

for the death parade is marching

resplendent finery on display

a nod to brain rot and mass pollution,

an inner dilution of morality

.

pitch out ethics

toss ideals

torch erratic emotional feels

become a vessel for the puppeteer

cos no one fucking cares

.

break my teeth on gold of fools

smear the lamb's blood in disgrace

yet nothing stops this cavalcade

i'm shattered and defaced

.

so what will be my culmination

who'll win my soul's revolt?

will the death machine come a-wheeling

and grind me to a pulp?

.

drag me down the ruddled street

my sins on full display

my self-esteem torn and shredded

spilled innards bruised and flayed

.

bloodied hands slip on the trigger

hollow chamber spits its rounds

words and slurs and slurs and words

i'm drowning in the sounds

.

pierce my heart, i just don't want it

rupture ears so they can't hear

bind these hands from claiming violence

blind my eyes from meeting sneers

.

i taste metal on my dying tongue

the beat of drums is closing in

the marching band screams brassy threats

my skull splits from the raucous din

.

please lie here in my final hour

keep vigil with your hand in mine

i'll endure this unrelenting pain,

delay the breaking news headline

.

beg for answers til i last draw breath

search grave dirt and reflections

there are layers to this earthly plane–

not random permutations

.

i see them as i sink below,

these gilded hesitations

not bullets but reminders that we're

stardust generations

.

i fix my gaze on heaven's sky

lament the precious days I've lost

no death machine

on death parade

can spare me from this vision's cost

.

we're miracles of the cosmos

despite how we leave this world in tatters

how our souls cry with injustice

judgement all that seems to matter

.

our perspective needs a drastic shift

our breathing needs to change

our compassion must bloom and grow again

for we're children of a crossroads age

.

we must grasp the yoke of self-reflection

demand a better destiny

prove we're more than just our tragic flaws

dress with the sheer garb of sanity

.

break free from selfish adulations

nourish seeds of servitude, not pride

break the hungry {mouth} of death's machine

and embrace the world

with tongues afire