Phony sentiments
Sail away
From this cursed strand of flesh

Cooked
Beyond all repair
As the world defers
Alive and fully aware

I rest
In a trove
Of castaway souls

The dismembered hearts
Who stream ragged
Into a pulp, of their former selves

I sing in the company
Of sullen wretches
Born, from the mire
Of crude
And nightmarish thoughts