Flawless, but a fraction

I tether myself to a landscape of blood
Searching for heartache in castles of mud
Raping the beast that harbors my name
And weaving the flag of an oversight game

I violate ethics held dear by the young
Draw pictures in silence while heroes are hung
I laugh to reflections of ungodly pain
Feed on liquids to suffer, watching them drain

I fornicate proudly in virtuous robes
Confronting whole armies on fracturing globes
Nesting my patience in a haste-like debris
Seducing the shy just by setting them free

I dedicate fear to the worlds in my mind
Articulate pleasure then leave it behind
I swallow the stars that remind me of God
Building altars for those deemed socially odd

I balance myself on wires of shock
Molding my future in identity chalk
Eating the mindset of downtrodden fools
And sculpting my emblem with obscenity tools