Looking Through Nails

inquisitor of a blind way...
 sitting on a thin line
 leaning from side to side...
 crawling into a mold
 when good made evil...
 thought that speaks of the future
 a dream lodged in the present
 this social obscurity...
 this nature of seclusion
 lying beneath mud
 the contradictory thought...
 a contradictory action
 the words of ancient minds
 a textbook left unopen... a story untold
 about murders to unfold
 run away from your dreams
 give up this great ecstasy
 this entire swarm of nothing
 infect a breed of insects
 to plague all of man
 knife in hand... lambs await
 the wolf in sheep's clothing
 bound in primitive mating
 this rabid lust for meat
 the sky delays the light
 face down in the dirt... only written in loss
 the stinging of a cut
 inside awaits the answer... the truth inside
 symapthetic aggressor
 ideas prone to your weak... fall to knees
 made to think of murder
 the blood every drop... on his hands
 these fresh pages...
 only to be dirtied by filthy writing
 an injected pen to disease
 its layers uprooted
 to feed the minds of the past
 these scars on his palms filled with dirt
 a will of remorse for this unforgiven bliss
 sentence of denial