Hidden Agenda

your pestilence crawls
from the death covered walls
of this filth you call a life
the larva of doom
push ever further into the
kitchen of your psyche
inviting those around you
to dine on the rotting flesh
that you one day called a dream
the wine of damnation will flow
intoxicating these souls
you have gathered here
in the recesses of depravity
and you will call them guests
just before you declare them friends
all the while preparing to devour their souls