faithless angels

the rules don't apply here anymore
these are the wild lands of our dreams and nightmares
that leak like old sores
and wounds kept alive by fingering them inside out
we are shackled to our vices
writhing like snakes in coitus
dead inside, eyes alive
will anyone ever miss us?
nothing to live or die for anymore
for once the doubts bleed out
for once the clouds clear
end of the world? Sure.
this faithlessness is apathy extreme
watching the numbers rise on the screen
feeling the face stretch out in a grin
as i sip my tea