Razor's Quay

Brusquely from a corner reality strikes Gnawing a cavernous hole deep into Our sacred nebulas of taintless sanctity Silently a stream of tears cascade Straight down the trestle of our noses Plummeting upon the quay of sorrow Not shedding a single ounce of mercy We were never ready for the cataclysm For fear consumed us within its deathly clasp Evoking a raging war of impending doom There has always been a thin line drawn Between the dawning rancor of reality And the cruel hands of humane society Day by day the razor's edge of death Slices directly to the core of our veins Leaving the blood to bathe the streets Of blatant necrophilia and ruthless carnage By Glenn McCrary © 2011 (All rights reserved)