Cannot

I cannot seem to comprehend,

Apprehend,

Defend.

The deaths unwilling,

Chilling.

Milling in my mindsight

A moral quandary.

An airing of our laundry.

A child forced to copulate.

Shall I extrapolate?

A quick fix.

Vile mix.

Of Hell’s desire.

Hell’s fire.

Consuming in its passion.

We’re well beyond our ration,

Rationale.

Our wide eyes gaping

At the strafing

Of our universe.

Adverse.

Pulp and fire.

Our mad desire.

Will we ever tire of our mastication?

A vibration, gnawing, ever flawing.

We want it all.

Heading for a fall.