Cut the limbs from those who flower
place them in cages, your little amusements
so readily available, easily manipulated
These toxins that enable are but parasites
feeding on your carrion
These children you collect are building a prison
their reliquary of filth
Cheap distractions define a heart
a game of pretend, some levity granted
to create your dreams, once sought but lost
This well worn artifice and distance used to fashion
a cast of misery
a poor imitation of real love, the only love
your weakness deserves
