My style of poetry is kind of strange, I realize this. However, I have yet to see something similar to this without going into records of insane writers. Feedback would be appreciated, and sorry if you had to read it a few times to understand the concept.
Feast
Instilled images in the form of scars,
the child takes the toll in more ways than one,
crying for a god who smiles behind bars,
torchlight's dancing in desperation to run.
we hold a new found moral on the path against,
study the prints left from it's prayers to the sky,
one by one gain permission for the submittable restraints,
to enforce the world it's new objective to subside.
a new tool that speaks in tongue of media,
follow the hype and breathe in it's spores,
unclean and still born intention support the inferior,
draw of the shadows my sun barrages the door.
toss it in the bucket left outside,
glistening in the sun your child is bright,
strain unwanted abilities to assume sanity,
so it won't have to hide in the night.
say your words so i can leave,
no one believed these stories,
blink your eyes, a tear subsides,
blink once more, and you'll see me no more,
feast upon the new born child,
his horns so delicate to display hope,
taint his eyes so they see only you,
and alter his mindless concept to choke
