Doused In Napalm

At a loss, The trees seemed to confirm That I was losing the inspired fire That once raged; Consuming all the insides. Yes many a night, & early slant of sunlight I stood unzipped skin Laying out every organ,artery,blood, Blood vessels, cells, veins, All of every inch that rests beneath this earth Giving up a complete holocaust for the ever eventual muse, Now standing emptied midway between the womb & tomb I sense the possibility of fading away into an obscurity fitting for a fool doused in napalm mind made of agent orange, How many roads scorched along the way left behind empty bottles, sandwich baggies, or pill bottles. Left behind the memories of purity. Stepping out these days, the world seems just a bit more dead to me than a corpse & I wonder whether or not any of my words could've saved it & then i remember how bitter words are when they're soaked in the venom of an ageless sybill snubbed by her son. ---------