Repulsion

Stop,
Flabbergasted decay falling off your bones,
Incoherent like the cries of babies,
Calling to deaf mothers,
Drinking poisoned milk.

The stench of fornication lingers on your clothes,
Rancid and repulsive with the seeds of others,
Every fiber coated in aborted generations,
Decapitated youths slither down the drain as you rise yourself clean.

These eyes follow yours,
But yours ignore,
How many will sleep tonight,
In the arms of the one's they love?

Solitary,
Bound by chains of self-doubt and hatred,
My blood is turning cold,
My skin crawls.

In the presence of you.

-Sir Jestro