MUSE OF CORRUPTION

He holds his head down in

the shadows of his hands

as the mistresses of lust mist

around him & cloud his judgment.

His skeletal hands hold his skull

as his tongue works furiously behind

parched paper thin lips.

His brain stirs & pours out his mouth

in a scream for all of victimhood.

He raises his head & meets the eyes

of every inner demon before standing

erect & impaling himself with what

these bitch goddesses offer...

He knows this is fatal

& his smile is all the more bright -

The smile like a fresh fruit glittered in

the frost of it's own rotting destruction.

Bitter & beautiful...

Sickly & Sweet...

The man kisses madness

& admits his defeat;

His life

& the kiss -

end in this

final heartbeat.

But Violence walks away

hand & hand with Desire -

I wonder what the death of this man will inspire?