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.