SOULLESS

You’re descending into a warm, silky and comforting 
bath of obscenity.
Floundering in your filth and lapping up the juices 
of your depravity.
Sniff it up your bloody nose to keep your frail mind closed to 
your ravenous greed.
Roll it between your cheek and gum; gulp it down your throat with 
no conscience to feed.

Your mind is numb, your eyes are shot,
your blood is poisoned stew.
Deny it though you try, you can’t help but realize
that you’ve got the disease.
Sell me your soul. Get down upon your knees

You’re a fraud and a fake, and you think I relate, 
but you’re just an abused little child.
Escape it though you try, 
you can’t help but realize you’re living the disease.

Give up your soul. Get down upon your knees.

The sad little lies that you convince yourself to believe 
are a systemic cancer infecting your mind.
Now you must render this sacrifice.
But you can’t afford to pay this kind of price.

What did you think would become of this?
This dereliction of human flesh.
Discard your soul like so much trash.
Pray for mercy at these hands.
Now you must render this sacrifice
in supplicant penance for your vice.

Get down on your knees.

Copyright Matt Beeson