A Prodigal Profile

Screaming; The Darkness Blood in what's Night Drowning in blood pools boiling with smite Reach to the surface Try to get out Find filth you pig- with cold wet clammy snout Fire and Flame Burns in ahead Twisting the serpent; The Serpent Undead Swimming in stench that seemed derived- Of piss and shit of all those inside Quick-Hold on scratch at their skins; yearn with desire; to prosper your sins Demon awaiting-pasty and pale With her spread open legs Drunk with an ale. What is this Where am I Why am I here To bow before Him Whoever He is... To Be Chained Shackled Twisted In Rope That dug deep so far down, it hung at the throat To be Locked in a cage While bystanders laugh Throwing some peanuts At the elephants ass Get out Get OUT Can’t, wears the key If HE held it...(I'm wishing) Would HE set me free? Would HE let it out; beast tired and frail Enrage it or cleanse it-of its disgusting entrails I’ve only been free-just a couple of times, To find I was lost in my own crazy mind; Blizzard with wonders; Bursting in shame Bleeding with bruises In what was a game Out of this war With no fucking badge No idiot honor Just a tired old Hag My cage consumes me, Almost as crutch As I write on a wall Profiling with lust