My Own Hell
Laughing, chaffing, ever gaffing,
someone in my head is clapping,
clapping to an unknown beat,
shreds of hope lay at my feet...
Dying, trying, you're not buying,
buying what I'm truly trying,
trying to relate to you —
why I do these things I do...
Willing, killing, it's fulfilling,
fulfilling bouts of ecstasy;
while I watch you slowly bleed,
joyously, my demons feed...
Running, gunning; hear the humming,
humming of the bullets' song?
Sings to me its song of death,
caring not what I have left...
Burning, yearning, skin is turning,
turning to a blistered boil.
Boiling, roiling, muscles toiling,
toiling in this fetid soil.
Screaming, gleaming, maggots teeming,
teeming through my every pore.
Pouring sweat here where I dwell,
in fiery pits of my own hell...