Hell of Visions

October 15, 2011

 

 

In the evils of my mind

acid dribbles down my spine

as butterflies sneak quietly by

 

then flutter into ashes.

 

The pearly whiteness catches sun;

reflections upon calcium.

Pungent fumes caress my lungs

 

while stringy flesh does dangle.

 

Deeper still as slumber rings

steaming tar upon my fing-

ers paint a song of scary things

 

as men give awkward banter.

 

Such are things signs say to me

when consiousness of me be free.

When limbs are limp and eyes alee

 

a hell of visions broadcast.

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