An Ode to Violence

Drink it over,
till the mud flies under,
till the embers burn sunder,
let it rain Blood and Thunder.

Spill it over,
it'll do wonders,
the light will scorch,
with some heat and a hunger.

Let it hang over,
feed it, trench sober,
let it scrape wounds,
and the smile of slaughter.

A jab in the chest,
is the smoke in the veins,
a cold between the legs,
is the impotence of pain.

Starry nights,
debauchery,
Drugs and Death,
monotony.

Pissed off,
semblance,
Pissed on,
abstinence.

Climax,
paid escort.
Hired guns,
sweat and snot.

Murder holes,
slime rolls,
rat nests,
soaked vests.

Faint of the heart,
not depth of the mind,
empty sewers,
and a life of crime.