You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone their laughter cracks the silence and the name of truth that bleeds until the world has grown as hollow as the bones they gnaw upon each tooth a dagger that breaks the heart to dawn beneath your skin a hunger spills and swells its teeth are rust its eyes a fevered glow it gnashes bone until the broken tells of sins that fester deep where no one knows your hollow self a wind that pulls and wells the hunger of a lion’s endless throes and in your voice a low and raspy cry that cracks the earth and cracks the brittle sky beneath the skin your hunger splits the bone its grasp a vice that crushes what it seeks the stars fall silent cold and overthrown their light consumed in frantic, bloodstreaked streaks the air is thick with death and poisoned stone where hunger howls beneath the shadowed peaks yet still in your trap the pulse of truth will grind a seed that's sown then left to twist and rise your walls of lies are dust beneath the weight of hunger’s edge and all that once was wise though still you chase the fading spark of fate your fingers crushed beneath the weight of mind from soil once cursed where hate was built to last the truth will rise unbroken and unmasked for lies may hunt but truth though torn and scarred is cut deep and rips your sockdologizing heart trap apart