A Sea of False Smiles Hiding Murder Jealousy and Revenge

It all begins with growing noises.
The nausea.
It makes me feel sick.
I can't walk in a straight line.
I can hear people talking, but their lips aren't moving.
The priest is surely hiding terrible secrets.
Soon enough I realize that my dead ear is now perceiving people's
deepest thoughts,
as my good one catches their lies: a whole world separates them both.
The hypocrisy is so strong in them that I pierce my
second ear to fall in phase only with dirt in them.
The dirt in them.
The old whip feels so good in my hand.
Feels so good.