Iwazaru

Bound by Buddhist legend My mute mouth, red raw, Bitten black by poisoned words, Halted at the gateway to a swirling passage Of vibrating heat, salt contaminated tongues, Ready to infiltrate, breathe rot over eager ears… Halted for the proverbial principle; Speak no evil. My wretched hand smothering my will. Malevolent murmurs seeped back in, Manipulated my mind, which, Withered from withdrawal of ventilation, Spread the contained virus. Infected my blood, bubbled to my skin, Burned it an envious green, Singed shrieking eyes sin scarlet. Monster’s reflected in my sordid soul, Evil contorted my persona. The pictorial maxim Punctured by my now tainted nature. Locked with viscous vocals, Non of them my own, Smouldering tears my only solace, My only escape from the insanity That brutally gripped my silenced frame. A monkey took my place. Sat peacefully, with a flea ridden Matted paw over his mouth, Whilst my brothers screeched Satanic dribble, blind and deaf To the silence that starved me barren.