Probing in the sickly heat of the humid night.
Aching.
Lidless eyes in the dark, wide and omniscient,
coax along the cadaverous ma** of ligament and hair.
Raid in the street.
Stolen innocence. Godless species.
Lowly tryst. Lecherous moon.
f**ed to d**h in the street.
No meaning.
No answers.
No God left to save your soul.
No meaning.
No answers.
The end.