Mouthful of Precious Stones

Fed through the teeth machine

Row after row of dysmorphic minerals

All the things that I have seen

Drowning in my reflection

Bleed from sores that reach out

To everyone in the room

Touched by sepsis

Cradled in a mountain of bone

I pretend not to notice

We belong in the same room

We touch the same door handle

And drink from the same fountain

I'm repulsed

Sickening drive to cultivate loathing

I dishonest nod and grin

As we pass in the streets

Eater!

Gnashing pit full of bracing

Tangled in a tortured sickness

Search your soul

Unlock the treasures

Crossing through those pearly gates

Excel in that special place

We belong in the same room

Smiling in my reflection

Bound tight by nerve endings and veins

Wound just like nooses

To dissuade my confusion

We touch the same door handle

We drink from the same fountain

I am repulsed

By this mouthful of precious stones

Mouthful of precious stones

Mouthful of precious stones