Parasitic Sadomasochistic Poem by Josiah Cresswell

Living, breathing, eyes stretch outward from this face
Peering ever inwardly, search a searching of this space:

A meaningless collage, without purpose;
void of form, meaningless as a lacking moment
Soon leading only to atonement:

Yet fueled by the anger that wells up within
Sadomasochistic desire
planting the seed, to culture my sin.

Causticly it breeds, spreading -through in- without;
A pirefly of indignant reproach,
Callous with immitation,
A desire,
A child,
Of what hatred is all about.