Depravity’s Lock

Foraging for flesh
Any taste but rot
Three shapes rise
With starving eyes and blades

Like thousands before
Erased and consumed

Constant transformation
Sores that can't heal
Liquefied organs
Shedding of skin

Immune to pain
No choices for decades
The controlling hand of survival
Bending the snake to eat its tail

The immortal hunter
Perfect killer
Vestigial thoughts flood back in a caustic memory

Condemned as a warped entity with pink flesh and benign eyes
Still innocent of fratricide
Lies helpless
Pleading

Empathic intuition
Long since beaten and devoured by instinct
Resurrects

Thoughts and second guesses
Are suicide now
Anything causing questions
Must be killed

Generations of splintered DNA
Should not have reproduced
It can't live
Live to tell

Consuming its purity to conjure resolve

The taste is sweet and morbid
It bites as it slides down
A lifetime of domination
Now a slave to sickness