Rotten

Rotten

They hear the insignificant
Phrases that spill from your
Lips as passionate as wine,
But they don't listen to
A single word you say
In grace of their exalted
Ranks of a man-made Eden.

The taste of vomit lingers
In your mouth as they
Repeat your speech, twisted
And turned around like a
Rubber band. You're left
Speechless, unable to
Believe what you said.

They have you convinced,
And they drag you away
From Shangri-La with
Hands painted black.
The heat of eternal inferno
Touches your back and
Silently, you're abandoned.

You become a rotten leaf
Among the flowers in
A lush garden; your cries
Mean nothing. You scream
Without a voice, but in the
Cold vacuum of space, no
One can hear you scream.