Carnage Heart
Dreaming the dream of love in decay,
neurones aflame and raw;
sifting psychic debris as night swallows day,
ragged and broke on the floor.
Splintered chewed nails as they drag down the wall,
clawing through plaster and dust;
crushed diamond skulls like fine crystal balls
in raptures of shame and disgust.
Sleeping the sleep of the damned and dismayed,
rocked in a cradle of hate;
schisms and fractures are stark overlaid
on a cortex inert and innate.
Machinery crackles and spits microwaves,
demonic and set to explode;
sinners and saints spin in uniform graves,
rivers of blood overflowed.
Pacemakers with teeth, veins springing holes,
atriums bursting apart;
keeping the beat of a warmonger soul,
hungered snarls from the carnage heart.
"The horror! The horror!" as Kurtz softly screamed
when death rang the terrible bell;
consequence, motive, one snapshot of truth,
it is realisation that's Hell.
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