Emamored Butchers

Strip me naked
off this armor.

Your features misplaced
your thoughts deformed
yet how much I love you
still.

You can roar,
tear me off
bit by bit,
bite my intestines
and take them away
to spit them on my tomb
and I will want you
still.

Reason
Linearity
Consequences
Sanity –

To hell with them all.

Tonight we stab
our past to death.

Tonight we are heroes
but to the rest
nothing but beasts -

And just like that,
blessed to disgust
the intruders,
feared
or simply scorned,

we have at last found peace.