Testo Scorn

Likes rats we strip the earth
Rampant animals and beast
Children in a stupor
Frustation is unleashed
Cauterize emotion
Striking at our worst fear
Breeding with unopen minds
And drowning in our tears
Grasping bloodied hands
Reaching out in agnoy
Life torn apart at the seams

Gripping throes of death
Crippling with zest
We are impaling our own being

Scorn