Rotten

An appetite for cruelty
Unmatched even by me
Whose self-hatred was
Thought endless
Before you marched in
Full of falsehoods
And brittle earnestness
You take those of us
Who yearn for escape
Straight back into the
Bowels of our terrors
Under the guise of
Understanding and
Guidance misled
The sting of it is
That rotten hungers
Cannot be sated
So you sink deeper
Into depravity
The scars left
In your wake
Quietly festering
Unhealed