Undermined
by undertones
so overt in ways
of old
ugly times
to be seen
through eyes
micro sized
at apocalyptic
crossroads
at what cost
we whore the soul
get drunk
on human condition
purge self, repeat
If a door was to open right in front of you, would you not walk through?
puking pastels
into low-grade
pinnacle
an ethical dilemma
hangs from diorama
FM Ghost 
This seems so angry. Very powerful.
This is why I like your poetry…..angry yet subversive…always on the edge..like I know what you mean but do I really?! Whore the soul…I don’t even want to go there.