Youth
Youth, sitting, staring blatantly
Into the darkness of a well lit room.
Shadows etch their way through walls,
Collapsing upon the floor,
Tracing footsteps that go nowhere.

“What are you searching for?”
“The meaning of life,” they drone monotonously,
And swig back another gulp of acid.
They cry out,
And laugh insanity into the night.

Darkness lurks
Beneath half-blinded innocence.
“Save me…”
The last whispering breath
Of a fucking virgin.

Condemn the pregnant angel –
She is an abomination to a world of sickness.
No demon of God
Would birth a child of good.
Die.