Many Happy Asylums To You Sir

write the words that pour from your heart

what happens when nothing but putrid lies

weave satanic pentagrams of phrase

to pass from our lips into the grave

bubble black bulbs gasping for air

like a thousand souls drowning

screaming to be set free

crumbling against the wall

smashing the bloody temple

of my skull

turning it to the gravel

that never left my opals

shining the reflective light

that make sense of fingernails on chalkboards

screeching out freakish debauchery

its all useless

my moving lips of disguise

to hide the cowering fool inside

while bandits steal the best parts of me

i never let you see

whilst I cry crocodile tears

that smell of bile and beer

i could vomit the grim reaper

who converses in my sleeping nightmares

that lay like infants at the bottom of pools

watery graves falling through the air

it all just feels like a masquerade

and I’m wearing the finest mask

i learned the words

i know the steps to the

carousel of dance

spinning out of control

heaving gears into our spinal fluid

so I will stand condemned while I smile

teeth sharpen the edges of my blackened lungs

could I escape if I had stayed

into the many tunnels and passagways

where you would meet me

we would set our bodies on fire

engulf the pores of each other

until acid rains from our screams

the sludge sifts out the soul

oh

where

did

it

           go….

Reviews

[Stephany Anna]

Very impressive.