Dark Instructions v.01

When you murder angels
use my hands
they're like scissors made of
meaty words, platitudes of shiny dust
promises designed
to leave you empty

When you hunt big game
take my eyes with you
they're keen on finding flaws
to be exploited for maximum
junk food prizes
and bright plastic items from China

BBQs, BBWs, IDMs,
blow up sheep,
what-have-you

When you break up with me
be sure to use my mouth
it's like an ancient clockwork sewer
if you wind it correctly
but few do and then they regret it
because my teeth are jagged & angry