[R] The Part That Loved [R]

Those who believe the sky is the limit,

never truly make it off the ground,

The intuitive few can feel the evil emit,

fighting what keeps them bound.

Some are inconsiderate and explicit,

promiscuously guaranteed to astound,

But where darkness flows in every digit,

the part that loved has drowned.

Suffering a spiritual emaciation,

being morbidly inspired by humanity,

With clawing insistence of total agitation,

leaning towards insanity.

Nerves twitch for a bloody escalation,

the kind that kills all vanity.

No one is safe from moral decapitation,

not even those of Christianity.

The pain will make the strong cower,

in the heart the sickness rides.

Optics will watch everything go sour,

prying between the divides.

With a maim, a break and a scour,

the hunter exposes the lies.

But where rage fuels the inner power,

the part that loved just fries.

What radiates in the husk of this skin,

is a driven boiling brutality.

Breeding the residual taint from within,

spawning a cruel criminality.

Absent the ethical consideration of sin,

devoid of sentimentality.

The kind to die in an effort to win,

especially in a bare handed fatality.

Unsuspecting targets are bound by chains,

forced to endure without debate.

The hurt drips out of them leaving red stains,

a bloody way to sedate.

No remorse because only a hallow remains,

inviting everyone to retaliate.

Proof when damnation circulates the veins,

the part that loved will exsanguinate.

|| another-proser ||