your sanity
sacrificed by gods
forgotten, forsaken
with a final bite and club
you are complete:
no something
no nothing,
with shame and
history so ancient
misplacing the earth itself.
their temples
so loathsome propping up
pacts with eternity
and the great unholy.
the black river
meets the blood
digested in mist and
stomach where there are
shells of dust on the
banks of the river.