Basket Case
Oh battered skull,
with what power
do you withstand explosion
from the pain
I feel within?
Like the grinding
of one's bones
as your chest
is so slowly crushed.
Blackness overcomes
as eyes burn with liquid
close to the nightmarish reality.
Leaving the brain to convulse
in its own hellish scenes.
Icy, clawed fingers
dig into the brain
and it heaves within it's fluid.
This organ.
entombed in it's crypt since birth
now wishes freedom
and screams a silent scream
as darkened bile scolds my innards.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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