between these lines

these are not just lifeless scrawls
that skip and dance across
your smug complacent vision
but guttural howls, salacious grunts
and soul-searing screams
raging here between the lines
can you dare to look or listen
are your sheltered eyes and ears
prepared to hear and see ?
there's but one true mission for
these words here spat and splattered
upon this prehistoric wall
not to offer ease or comfort
nor further numb or blind your
precious petty suburban views
but to plead with you in earnest
that you might now awaken
so then to feel the awesome surge
of all of life and woe and death
that flows so sweet and hot and urgent
throughout your living veins
it's always been for you alone
to choose to drink of this
primordial blood-soaked truth
do you dare risk to slake
your secret feral thirst or just
settle for your tepid tea and toast