Born Under The Knife

Inconceivable claws wrenching at the gates of time
Torrential incandescence of the atomic wellspring
Churning in its infinity amongst mindless dancers
Lurching to the twitching cadence of discordant flutes
This is chaotic abhorrence, mercurially envisioned horror
The incoherent howling in the untamed void
Of a malformed child stretching its emaciated limbs
Amidst the unbearable pounding and the stench of vile smoke

Skin-graft ugliness
Implacable gaze
Towering disdain
Insectile grimace
Talons stretched
Muscles taught
Burning scars
Waiting to be born

Cruel, haggard eyes locked in incurable amusement
Contorted grin on the face of inhumanity
Stirring the convulsions of its puppets
Stapled down and force fed misanthropy
Cavorting primitive playthings
Bastardised on the ruins of a wasted heaven
Eagerly devouring our own minds
Mouth and eyes sewn up but still we shriek and stare
In the alleys that weave between (gulf-spanning) sky-thorns
Graffiti hung derelict towers (pinning down the earth)
Litter scuttles blindly away like fear-crazed insects
Crumbling city walls echo their terror (back at them)
In the filth stained underpass we wait
Dangling limply on chains, hung from another reality
Empty minds waiting to create pain
Waiting to be born.