Madness
You serrated dagger
Always skewering and grinding
My world to a pulp

I’ll bower and I’ll weave
Tottering in your drunken spell
Until the earth has received
The last morsel of me

I’ll stew in your iron embrace
Beaten to your desire
And soured by fear

In your murderous glare
I’m the labor of your fiendish hands
Sopping red
Taunted
Through the span of your haze