PoetryIsArt

There was a cancer in his words It poured unto the page like the rot-gut whiskey that dribbled down his chin It’s a penitentiary, he mumbled an insane asylum We’ve all gone mad Why is it no one sees this? His bottle (His strength) spilled upon the keyboard he didn’t seem to care He typed He screamed None of this is real It’s a comedy we are performers Put here for some foul, sadistic creature’s amusement Where are you? Show yourself you hideous beast I want to chew on your flesh as you spit out my soul The ashtray was on fire His cigar had lit the used pieces of Kleenex that he used to wipe at his bloody sores Still, he typed Still he screamed The windows are bars but the prison lies beyond In the factories and corporate halls Lingering lifelessly inside the malls INSIDE US ALL And every day it's just more of the same Numbing mindless pointless, agonizing endless repetition I WANT OUT I WANT OUT SHOW YOURSELF Torment me, no more I want to be eaten aliveby a rabid dog from hellI want to hear the soundsof my bones being crushedCHOPCHOP, CHOPCRUNCH, CRUNCHMUNCH, MUNCHI want the creatureto consume meBut I’ll fight backWith my arms swinging wildlyhoping against all oddsfor that lucky sucker punchI want to watch my fleshbeing shredded from my bonesAs his mighty fangsrip into my skullI want to hear my mind sayit has finally had enoughThe dog was always going to get meJust like one day he’ll get youBut I want to me a witnessI want to smellhis fetid, demonic odorAs I draw in my final breath Then with a vacant thud He fell to the floor I awoke the next day with an empty whiskey bottle in hand I was alone just like I always am

Fast past a stop lightSitting in the back of a carI caught her eyes for a momentShe was untangling her headphonesWhen she looked at meWaiting for somethingI looked at her from the side windowLooking at me from the bus station benchI came and wentShe sat and watchedOnly tangled gazes In the evening remain

First, there was only the darknessthen hundreds of lightning boltsMenacing winds slashed through my bodylike heroin through a junkie’s vein My eyelids shutteredthen closedA horrific pressureclasped down upon my chest My body felt defiled Children vanish every dayand go to terribleunspeakable places Trust me...I KNOW Do you ever feel like you are in a cartoon world? Controlled by people with marshmallow brains? Spiraling down an endless water ride that leads only to a darker side Always waiting on something that will never arrive On a train In a cool mountain rain Remember those monsters that use to live under your bed? As you got older you realized they were all in your head But it doesn’t make it better and they won’t go away Those monsters will haunt you till your dying days My mind detached itselffrom the icy cold depths I walked outsideit was sunny and warm Children played kickballin the streetStill cozy in their cottony worldof innocenceHow I wish I could savethem allFrom the impending terrible fall