crisis

it starts with a whimper
a certain beginning through
pearly gates it ends with it writhing
in a puddle of blood that hesitates
to be comprehended, its abstract

they become like shapes that cling to noone
they break the bones frosty chill
theyre broken but they long to heal
they haven't still it ends within my dreams of
of agony, it begins with death behind mind screens

i reach out to feel
they leave withered places
they walk long oceans of grass
they speak with light and dolphins
then it all goes dark

it builds up to a grimace
they peel the lips and whip the spine
they nail the urethra and staple your eyeball
they take off the fingernails
one by one obsessed
they cut your tongue and slice your wrist
and find the places hallowed so they
they drill a hole full of yuck inside
and fuck the egg of mind inside your marrow
they mow you down with pesticides
destroying all inside your borough

and yet you climb the rusty ladder
to nowhere yet where darkness is
in the abyss and screams are heard as echoes
at a bus station where no one is
you feel like your a dizzy mess
a crying crawling chaos dressed
with nothing but a bible
 and you reach the ladder
is that light that shines so dark
yet bright not quite
fading memory is what that is
it is but isnt quite

and as hopeless as a tear can be
i see the door illuminate for me
cursing this place where dead children live
to see a life
i heard a man approaching me
a hallway im supposed to be
a world of strife
that harrows me
i took the wrench and dug it in
inside the youth where no thought lies
and nothing is as promises wasted here
not quiet
it is an aching blister torn
infected then withdrawn
a scream that wanders and takes the morn
out of the light and darkness quickly
it is a sound that penetrates your skull
and nobody goes simply
and then of what to think
my life returning to my girlfriend's side
i feel so worse then Hitler
i wish for the dust to gather round my child's death
a scream repeating in my ear
a shout ripped from a whimper





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