Freakazoid
There's a bird in my head
and it's freaking me out
because it won't stop chirping.
All I can envision
are plastic dolls
smoking cigarettes in the panic room
and talking about boys
The bird keeps chirping.
I'm trying to read
this guy's suicide note
but it's written in ransom note effect
so I'm a little confused.
The bird keeps chirping.
This paper thin world
keeps slicing my skin
with stinging swipes
from the razor rims of its paper thin sheets
The bird keeps chirping.
Blood rains in a bottomless drip
like I'm a hemophiliac
but I'm not
or am I?
The bird keeps chirping.
I'm paralyzed
like a tree rooted into the Earth
amidst a gust of wind
my human arms flail in hysteria
but the rest of me
is a mannequin.
The bird keeps chirping.
The world is fuzzy
like a limb that has slipped into slumber
The bird keeps chirping.
static feedback
is all that's left
it's the only thing that remains real
and I can't see straight within the inert realm
The bird keeps chirping.
There's a vice grip
locked around my throbbing temples
as cold as steel's surface
The bird keeps chirping.
A single click
rose from out of nowhere
and somehow broke through the noise
but still
The bird keeps chirping.
Death's edge
feels like it's an inch beyond my stagnant feet
The bird keeps chirping.
The world disintegrates
as fast as a scorching hot bullet
cutting through a cardboard target
cutting through skin
cutting through bone.
cutting through life.
The bird stops chirping.
Copyright © Kyle Carlson | Year Posted 2011
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