The Collector

Elective perspective brimming on the edge of hectic,

Practicality can't describe the fallacies of your problematic intricacies,

You collect people like the ground collects seeds,
Indeed, it's only as shallow as it is grave

A deep thought had in a shallow grave

How down to earth and sunk in mud

Dried earth blood flakes off the cud

Shuddering leaves drown beneath above

Bones soft with time and palpable,

Maleable, crushable, like powdered sugar

Sweet,

And

Low

Low and smooth pain runs the mile

An extra one hit wonder left on the tile

A trial

To file under the name vile

Just dial the number, denying the monster

Foster the evil within,

Acidic grins, additional thin

A clear sin, a near miss hit close to the clean dirt,

Another home run for the cannibal church

Selective anecdotal evidence rectifying presence 
A failed test hooked up to the lie detector,

You are the collector.