Something Savage

There are lots of ways to hurt
There are lots of ways to wake up
Lots of tears fall on your shirt
Somehow it’s never enough.

There are reasons why they cry
Instead of going out for lunch
See the world with dead eyes
Sit alone beside a hunch.

There is unimaginable hunger
To taste the pulse and to consume
Desires and forbidden wonders
Luxuriously unfurl into blooms.

There are lots of ways to die
Because we all live much the same
Something savage makes us smile
You don’t have to feel ashamed.

All our sick satisfaction
Makes you laugh at disease
Boredom is our attraction
Let us do as we please.

There are glowing graveyards
Where we eventually end up
Our bodies shatter into shards.
Of luminous bones and jaded blood.