Hell of Visions

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.