Vanity

Clawing hands tear the stitch
Out of this skinned grid
Straining to get a grip
Blood boiling in my veins
I need to
Sever the wanting
Envisioning melts the eyes
But I cannot
Sever the needing
The law of demise
Standing in
A vortex
Of gods enrobed
Brimstone smoke corrupts
The flesh of the meek
I need to
Sever the wanting
Envisioning melts the eyes
But I cannot
Sever the needing
The law of demise
Grains of salt the size of mountains
Feed oceanic wounds
And through this torpid mirage
We tear the skies apart
Clapping our hooves
Raising our horns
While trampling on the dust
Celebrate this victorious defeat
We’re crowned at kingdom lost