Society's Funeral

Gathered are we in the menstrual dusk,

There lies the body we loved, in its de-jewelled husk,

Speared by our world's infected tusk,

Tired of the pain, the glory and the lust.

When we were young, we hailed eternity's song,

In our innocent daydreams, nothing was wrong,

Festering parental fables buffeted our dinner tables,

Exciting and aborting our dreams in forbidden stables.

We believed in the dirt of the books,

Religion, law, morals nothing but curved hooks,

Holy books, history books, domains of liars,

Their stains, lit our funeral pyres.

When we could think, we devoured paper bills,

Yearning freedom at night, we clawed at the sills,

Our thoughts drowned in a coward's suicide,

Our words drowned in demented pride.

Fingers clutch at a brain serrated by madness,

Eyes bleeding in all-knowing sadness,

In the church of our soul, we beg salvation,

Our decomposing mind, rejects absolution.

Our friends lie here in black shrouds,

Our feet burn on funeral coals,

Eyeing vultures circling our final dreams,

Fallacies and untruths, our primal screams.

All we are is moral decay,

All we know is societal hearsay,

All we are is the dying day,

All we'll ever be is the dark in light's way.