The Mist

vices

Is it the mirror,
is it me?
That ghost in the glass
is scary
We could
go to the trench
have a zombie party.

However,
is she ever gonna leave?
She lives across the dark alley
home beside the crying children
molested babies, hungry wolves
all in the same street
the world fits all
slums are congested areas.

Is it the soap,
is it cream?
That body in my arms
isn't me
We could
go to the toilet
and block the sinks.

However,
is she ever gonna leave?
She eats moss and fungi
sleeps with loose ropes by her bed
gaslighters burning voices
haunt her with those debts
the world fits all
generosity should be appreciated.

Is it the voice,
is it my heart?
The sounds of clashing
harmony
We could
go to the mistress
and choke the one.

However,
is she ever gonna leave?
Catching up with fire pace
window panes shatter too slow
warnings fly - greet the black
ashes fall from my own eyes
the world fits all
let's pray in the snares.

-Ishura