When the devil plays advocate,

when the dial tone speaks back at you,

when horrors are friends and evil sets in,
no guilt,
nor shame,
the splinter is there,
yet it's all the same,
no bond,
no moral code,
anthrax fills all the envelopes,
others tears are lubricating your dreams,
for others to be trapped in fear is what your craving,
down and out is the trap to be set,
love is not something to be expected,
hate to hate,
grime to grime,
winding and winding tightening your grip and suffocating life,
these twisted stained realities you've let grow in the light,
no mind,
who needs it?
stealing time,
you bleed it,
dry and dryer still,
the path you've chose led straight to the largest of all the land fills,
there you've made graves for the unborn,
it's there you'll make yourself at home,
no conscience,
who needs it?
believe it,
this does exist.

jABO