Wireless

Once again it overflows
Hollow words in hallowed tones
Oozing lifeblood for the crows
Between each gulf

Tormented wails, dying moans
Destined to fall on deaf ears
A Hell of contracts and loans
Correct, not right

Corpse bloom blossoms in the fears
Of fickle phantoms at play
Only masturbators’ cheers
Form vapid tunes

Postcoital, the hands lay
Basking in time’s afterglow
Merely illusions of prey
Before the maw

Skies for the beasts
Seas for the birds
Land for the fish
Love for mankind