THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[UnbornBuddha]

All I cared for suddenly vanishes.
Only thing left is clusters of ashes
Blown away as soon as I turn my eye.
With everything gone,
It is here I begin to learn of life.
Desire sprouting after being circumcised
Similar feeling to the one I carry inside.
Buried alive.
Digging at dirt until reaching surface light.
Envious of a worm's design.
Misanthropic worldly mind
Craving a companion to serve and dine.
Pour into her cup, wine and germicide;
Intoxication so profound as to sterilize.
There we lie, unaware of ever being alive
Emotionally paraplegic,
But with no recollection of being paralyzed.
Parasitic life form feeding on whatever by.
Nourishing my person
Gorging on gorgeous vulturous corpses.
Painting a culinary culture in portraits;
French parfait
Accompanied with Portuguese linguiça.
Cannibalistic taste for lengua with paprika.
After I've satiated my ravenous stomach
I start to weep at the monstrous concept
I've become. An atomic byproduct
Of Oppenheimer's Manhattan project.