"Them"

They walk in twisted reality made of laughter, smiles, and grins.
The wind chimes softly in the background of every moment,
The sun shines a soft light on to every surface,
And at night the stars and the moon hum softly a melody of nothing.

They are unremarkable
They are unnoticeable
They are common place and mundane.
They are walking with emptiness.

And they have a need.
A most desperate need.
The desire everything.
They desire to drink the world.

And so as they drink,
It becomes twisted
And they inebriated with lust
And the violate themselves
And sodomize their existence
And find pleasure in breaking


And then they drink more
And the ground rots
And the walls burn
And they drink and drink until the world seeps from their mouths and spills over the ground
And ground of their world disappears
And the chiming in the wind stops
And the night no longer hum, but rather wails.

It's a savage thirst that goes unnoticed by no one.
They just pretend.