THE MACHINE
YOUR MOUTH IS MOVING,
BUT I STOPPED HEARING YOU LONG AGO
YOU SPEAK OF RULES AND LAWS
CONFINING AND FORMING
TWISTING AND MAULING,
STRAPPING DOWN THE FREE
ON YOUR
RACK,
FILLING AND FEEDING YOUR MACHINE
WITH LIVES AND SOULS AND HOPES,
LEAVING EMPTY ROTTING CORPSES BEHIND
WHERE
ONCE LIVED BEAUTY AND HOPE.
By Succubus
