Breeched Idol

I don’t want this breeding in me
bulging eyes turn hemorrhaging
when you can’t look the other way
dead weight carves out vacant space

Here is a script you’re born out of
eyes glued white sheets drawn down
the blank mask choking their airways
undressing their wounds

What is not done in thy name
in punishment for their suffering
corrupt the course and raze the faith
your status idol purity

Give birth to a vision you’re part of
acted out on your behalf
blank face expressing your terror
waging worship

Here is a script that you’re part of
its tentacles can’t be outrun
consumed and fed and exorcized
it’s never owned

I don’t want this breeding in me
I don’t want this breeding in me
I don’t want this breeding in me
I don’t want

MM
8.12.2025