It loves you more than you love it
This light, a solemn promise
to burn through flesh,
to tear away bone,
to devour the marrow,
and leave no evidence.
He was a coward,
she, a lustful slut..
who are they now
but fondless memories to touch
and grace with vulgar fantasies?
The stench of stale blood.
In gist, they come with lessons
that often fail to teach, they leave
no evidence.
They come in masses
they tie themselves together
as if to convince the world
that they are not alone.
It is a pathetic army
soldiers of shame
marching in no structure,
trampling the worthwhile
with their abjectionable name, the
morbid tongues twisting
till their identities are all the same.
They have nothing but the skin of suffering
underneath their feet,
still they leave
no evidence.
So fair, truthful
human-kind,
be ever gentle
with your lies..the softer
the easier
to believe and belie.
Carress the poor with solitude,
they always beg, as if
reality were merciful and
pain did not exist..Although,
they often leave
no evidence
even if the count totals
to millions...
We are, afterall,
the land of the free
the land of opportunity
of resistance and blood
live and let's kill,
love and fuck
mate and spend...
leave
no
evidence.