nameless - there's too many to count

little dime store whore, a petty bore
aggravating futility, an argument hunter
Benzedrine bedtime eyes to bait bears
false sincerities, contradicting convictions
razor wire snares de-limbing various hares

suckle your own putrid
leaden puss fouled tit
had my rat poison fill

the ravages of an absent rationality,
the-rapist, an ignorant selfish altruism,
hate-singed into the sterility of a soul,
to pass an inwardly blind judgement...

...on all whom ever tried to love you.
have it all, in that india inky light
milk, blood, bones, and sacs of gold;
just nothing save shadows and chains