Irreverence
Propped against daggered pillows
On a bed of boiling acid
Irreverence lives inside the walls
Infecting the occupant inside
Do not inhale the poisoned air
Which fornicates in hell
Ptomaine scented candles
Have their own way
Of making life worth dying
The wallpaper sheds some tears each night
And humms to the wordless songs
Inside my
Disgrace.
LabRat