LIVIDITY

When you force-feed Truth to one who does not wish to see.

What is it that makes thy tongue so hot? Bitter, is it not? The taste of truth forced down thy throat?
Untaken..There it lies..So cold..So lonely..One of its kind...
In the darkness of thy mind does it bloom into a beast..Its mane colored by your pain..
It lashes, tongue searing as the fires of Hell, yet eyes unseeing, sheltered by the plaster on thy face..
It rages and seethes, whirls, wrecks, plunders, burns. Who? What? It matters not.
All devoured, one and same.