Mauled

A poem that just came out somehow. It's really dark and grotesque, so this is a warning before reading.

Mauled

 

Write your name down on the wall

While you watch your people fall

In this nightmare I’m appalled by

Everyone makes light not apologize

Swords that dance around my feet

Bleeding swollen take a seat and come meet your new doctor, your defeat

Who fosters you like a father falling farther harder inside his name, the only meaning while your screaming, call him pain

 He’s not going to take you for a walk or give you nice cup of coffee or some kind words

Lost herd look here there’s a monster to guide your mind under the sight of my third eye wide like hell gates we’ll recreate a reason to suicide no need to be alive surviving in this pig sty

Why’re you crying as the world is lying redefining the spine of the man, realigning the whining in my ears defying fear with the gears in my head

 That allow a hollow skull to think the armour of a dead man’s brink the stink of festering grey matter, broken, bloody, runny like a bruised bladder human beings are so malleable nowhere near infallible, searching for what's salvageable irrespective of what's valuable only the blade of the scalpel cutting through my flesh so palpable can shatter me

Splatter my anatomy so savagely like red paint all over your white walled hospital canvas because I’m an abstract image, a stone heart visage managing half the man I used to be not mattering I’m unfit but keep suffering impossible to quit, like flattery for a tattered being, madness for dirty themes I’m disposable bits that cannot call it quits because s***s like me digest our scattered dreams of insanity one syllable one slice of at a time in a damaged fragile mind putting myself back together as a stitched leather poem of grey matter, show ‘im a Franken Steins monster of rhyme weathering omens, even if I'm battered I will never shatter, cold boned

I’m like the mad hatter a man-eater devouring meat leaner than the beef in the cold freezer

Cleaner than a fiend want some fried weenier to go with the other frozen features I’ll scoop some from inside deeper in this man’s mind like a slip and slide don’t know where the meat might hide my mouth waters my jaws wide

I’m feeding us creepers give thanks to the reaper that scythe sure is a keeper I’m a wife beater, a flesh eater, a soul cheater, a life leaver

A microwave heater with a cold fever a believer in the sleepers that live beneath your sneakers

I revere the monsters in the mirror the seekers with a lukewarm beer leering at the queers who don’t deserve the erection they steer taking the election right in their rears

Clearly their yearly allowance of malice callous fragile palace phallic balancing the howling power every hour calories tasting sour valour for the cowards

Gotta get out of this place, won’t let my flesh go to waste

As the medicational situational paste defaces my innards I feel like chopped liver delivering a shout for help as I quiver under the scissors again

When I feel the bend of the needle against my fettle flesh as it pulls apart my skull my head slush of mush I realize there’s no need to rush the encounter the mouth water the muscles coddled the dogs' saliva feeling like a newborn straight from the vagina

They’ve slaughtered diced and quartered us in mortar I’m sorta hopeless watching it happen misshapen fapping screaming while they’re laughing  because men are monsters, empty wanderers, sponsored devils malevolent relevant intelligent hunters, punishers bellowing a concert an onslaught of angry words that they’re telling me yelling systemically that I just caught like a thought I never wanted, flaunted by my memories of dismembered meat haunted

And I’m rattled battling in the hell of a dog eat dog world, and I’ve seen so much rancid meat go to waste facing a race of rapists full of hatred ruining what has awakened naked, I’m hungry but when I look at the faces I want to hurl, The body is sacred as well as the soul, whether you’re a boy or a girl

So I’ll write my name down on the wall

Regardless of what I’m called

Regardless of my disgust, as my mind rusts in these once clean halls

Regardless of the scars, how I’ve been discarded, the way I’ve been devoured, like sweet and sour pork, torched, mauled, eating by cowards

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[wordman]

write my name on your wall,dr pain has visited me ,a victim of circumstance
great write jack,you should come out more often