The Open Ground - PUSSY

A timeless yellow mist

Drags reluctantly away

Revealing acre upon acre of wasted earth

The residue of a world gone wrong

Hear the virgin cry

See the summer sky

Crawl at the winter birth

Slowly, but with infinite tenderness

Gaping pores yawn in the faint pockmarked face

Feel the cowards pain

Taste the sweetened rain

Spattering drops of scalding rain

Whip the tortured land

Drawing the very stuff of the world

Through the stinking orifices of its crust

In a pus-ridden swell

Hear the virgin cry

See the summer sky

Crawl at the winter birth

Spurts of fetid gas escape

Tainting the already discolored odor

Feel the cowards pain

Taste the sweetened rain

Steaming breeze stirs

Skimming the counts from the mile

As with great

This carries it off

Rends it with the poisonous clouds

And dashes it to Earth as more scalding rain

The rain generates rivers, the rivers fill the seas

Until these pregnant waters over-rush the tired land

Destroying all vest into its very existence

Left to the merciless, sweating heat of the black sun

The seas evaporate

Leaving the earth a flaking ball of the parchment of death

So the spores of decay are so…

The tablets powdered

The drawn lines, broken

Hear the virgin cry

See the summer sky

Crawl at the winter birth

As the pestering all falls away

The seeds of light

Filling the air with a sweet asteroid smell

Feel the cowards pain

Taste the sweetened rain

Smell

Crying of things dead

Dying

And yet to be born

Eons pass

All that is left swirling in the void

Is a timeless yellow mist

Drifting

Onward…