Yakuza

faces in the mind distort and decay
memory fades so does the fear of it
blank looks stare back just as confused
the enemy on the offensive
so content in your
embedded dream
the vessel only left behind
in these arduous times black market liver for sale
spoils of gluttony yields sores
desperation and a penchant for chaos
blaze a trail to demise
so content in your
embedded dream
the vessel only left behind