Babe

I exclude light and wash my hands of you.
by larger being devoured,
leaving only me to improve.
Weep.
don't fuc*** weep.
your weak eyes cry tears of the week.
weep.
catch up with the sheep.
it's a sacrilegious ceremony.
new flavor of the week.
Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless
(that you're made into).
you're raptured by a guilty stifle down.
"...and what i'll do
is mess you up and lie to you."
look at you
you know it's true.
it's a field trip to hollywood babylon.
but
i'm
not
coming.
no.