Soul Screaming

Standing on the edge,

his eyes are filled with
the torrential epiphany

of false

Inclinations

Hollow,

they speak out

Lips in frigid incapacitation
Skin like stretched leather

the binding, too tight,

Scraping against fragile bones,
pulsing veins 

His chest quickens,

like a startled serpent as he inhales

with a spine cringing

[whoosh]

You see

raw fear,

The rabbit in the jaws of a vicious coyote

Something is chewing on his heart
as he he coughs up

The bile of his own decaying
flesh

He rasps and shutters,

Inclining his neck for the
long drawl

of soul emptying oblivion

 As a mangy, tattered and hungry wolf
He howls 

intense '

anguish, the sorrow flows
out

with accumulating horror

He bares

his being

on the dust of empty trails
Tomorrows

racing past

as the smoke rolls
He feels the flames upon

his neck
Satan's [beckoning] call

He wails,

Like a thousand hearts ache and pulse

in a perfect resonance

The trees break and crumble

as those hollow eyes
open

wider and wider

the O of his mouth accentuates

..and the Scream pervades...

Author's Note

Edited Version.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

your descriptive gift is astounding~ you draw intense visuals in three dimensional frames in the way you compose each line~
for me this poetic drew a sharp line of the addict breaking from his addiction~

[SilentDreamer]

Wow, you can kind of picture this and it's freaky. Very dark, dreary. The poem has good flow without actually rhyming and as you read it your pulse kind of starts to quicken. Great job, very creative. I like it.