Your Scent - Uneven Structure

You threw all of us down this boiling kettle

Oarsmen and hangmen alike together, tender meat for your loathsome meal

Trading thousands of promises for their grief-stricken brides

Their tears your salt, their solitude your spices

Nobody ventured this far to put up with your illusion

And offer body and soul as a reward

We’re not thankful, I’m not forgiving

This big lie you’ve sold to the broken ones

Fulfilling nothing but a cardinal instinct

Swirling tails and edentate smiles

The backdrop of your demise

When you let the mermaid’s curtain

Wrap your thoughts and bow to its reign

This is our lament to the unchosen hosts

Their supper, our last breath made chants

Torn out with a stern vigor by your very own scarlet mouths

Love made lust for grinding teeths sliding down the scales of our defeat

Your need to fill the vacuity of your existence

Matches my call for a moment of validation

Our sour contentment