Contortions of the flesh
How a lie has manifest
Purity into a beast
Feeling pain to never cease

Agony is just perspective,
Hell is only introspective,
No matter deprecated one's soul-
Just one in million to know

Perhaps beauty is the same-
Who's to say you are insane?
Are our beasts truly impure
Or are we liars, un-inure?

Written November, 2021

Take me back.

Take me home.