The Taste of Mind

[patron_of_lust]

I'm the engineer of phantoms
The destructor of disgrace
I bleed pain through every atom
And sweet hatred lines my taste

I fight for an ultimatum
To follow with the swine
I'm right, but why I hate them
Tastes of bitter wine

The cardboard skull of flyers
The apple's rotten brown
Convicting hope, the liar -
A purely upturned frown.

I denounce the tears of blood
That beauty's eyes secrete
Though, thus, I adore the flood
Of life's fluid o'er my feet.

Born to wistfully walk away
I feed the distance with intestine
Delightful reveries taste the same
And now I wash in so-called "sin."