Untitled V

a man sits in a rotting room
eating of his own flesh
his mouth is a black hole
chocked full of lies and disgrace

nothing here is as you want it to be

nothing here is as you want it to be

nothing here is as you want it to be

turning in the underground drinking dirt
conversing with the bugs who've made their way through
twisting hairs with the queen of hearts during a game of croquet
this here is your rotting room
and you are eating of your own flesh

nothing here is as it seems

nothing here is as it seems

nothing here is as it seems

upside down in the water bound and gagged with chain
touching through the darkness the fingers of your lost love
why is it all so damned confusing why does it all go down?
rotting away with termite rot
you're gnawing at the flesh of your own arm
and here you are wrapped in your delusional illusion

nothing here works as it should

nothing here works as it should

nothing here works as it should

sitting here in your darkness
in the clouded, hazy darkness of your mind can you feel it now?
can you see the outside turning in and the shadows growing form?
sideways slipping down the slide to the bottom's grass
the swings come to kiss your face with bloody lips
the padded room is called your home
and the grated glass is your own door.for the only light.the only birds song.
and you're champing at your own flesh
hoping to free yourself

nothing here functions like it's meant to

nothing here functions like it's meant to

nothing here functions like it's meant to

burning light in the cigarette smoke
eyes blurring from not enough sleep
you can see it here.seeitnow.seethis.seethis.
in the distorted vision that's become real.
you're the man sitting in this rotting room
eating your own flesh....

nothing here
    works at all
        anymore

Reviews

[wizthom]

I LOVE THE DEPTH AND COMPLEXITIES OF YOUR WRITES,
LADY WHERE HAVE U BEEN WITH THESE WRITES THEY ARE READY FOR BOOK FORM,PEACE WIZTHOM