A Desperate Mangling of Ideals

There is no reason
no right of purpose
just an endless cycle
of guilty fucking treason

a desperate mangling of ideals
is that all you have to offer?
is that all you have to show?
over her beaten body
why can't she say,"no"?

anesthetic for life
if only it existed
you can't save what's dead,
burned, dried, torn and twisted

no chance for salvation
the light left long ago
a desperate mangling of ideals
seeds of hope I will not sow