these vultures fill my mouth the scabs lie to my skin my blood boils over in arsenic groves and the devil's in the hole the windows here are broken eyes and the walls are moldy cold
my eyes bleed hate for failed prayers and the locusts fill the sky my fingers cut my words in blood and show me where to go my world has gone in waves of no these vultures fill my mouth
The ugliness of the world are expressed vividly and powerfully in your words.
Many will identify with this one--the line that slapped me was,
"...my eyes bleed hate/for failed prayers...." MAN. Don't I know it--it seems the struggles compound and build on each other, and God is silent...
Let's hope things improve for all of us.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.