You’re a consumer

Of priceless luxuries

Ripped from their glass shells

Shining with their virgin, fleshy interiors

Underneath a cruel blue moon

Catching your cold

With no auto-immune responses

To your incubated lust

SINcerity is a fragment

Seeping through the loopholes

Of your “white” lies

Pacifying the innocent

Whom you use as your canvas

Painting your masterpiece

Of their destruction

Ingest, masticate, deficate

The bullshit comes out of both ends

Staining the crystal ball world

Meticulously created

To forsee the parasite

That is you…