The Great Banquet
They hear your muffles and screams
But they don't come for help
They see the apple in your mouth
But they won't take it out
They see the binding ropes
But they won't untie them
They see you naked
But they refuse to give you clothes
All they wanna do is watch as you suffer
Say they're there
But only to eat your naked flesh
Or simply to watch
Or to shove that apple down your throat
Or to tighten your ropes
They're not there for you
Only there to derive pleasure,
but never there to help.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world