In silence they violently shamed
A scattered few chatted in vain
Like so few arms outstretched to -
Oh so few arms outstretched to you.

These writhing vines rising from swine
Twisting, bending, breaking your spine
So helplessly rendered in twenty-four frames
With not a trace left to the crime.

Humanity swelling within;
Knowing, prizing, loving my kin.
These moments like water in hand over dust
Now mire it covers my skin.

My frailties left you abandoned that night
My presence so ruthlessly present.
Your audience: sluggard, so brimming with love.
Good for nothing m*****f*****.