It stands before me.
Eyes meet eyes, soul meets soul.
Terror becomes me.
I swallow my fear, and the sky turns red with fury.
The ground quakes.
The walls shake.
My bones break, and I watch as the cobblestones of the floor begin to fall out from under my feet.
But I stand my ground.
My heart stops.
My vessels pop.
My corpse drops, and I listen as the very fiber of my being begs me to accept defeat.
But I stand my ground.
I persist.
I fly.
And in the face of total annihilation, I smile.
I turn around.
I put the pistol to my soft palate.
I paint the page with my gray matter.
I taste blood and victory in a splatter.

Supported by a hook and a painful glare,
My tendons ache, digits degraded, depleted,
Yet tension pulls at me from thin air,
As my muscles and chassis sputter, defeated.
Confined to the line, confined to the chair,
Defying that which envelopes my bones,
Disconnect the mind, the eye that stares,
My domain is one of peaceful undertones.
Despite that awful horn, which blares,
I form the courage from nothing, yet defy
My own teeth, clacking in calcified pairs.
Not of fear, but of spirit I cannot rely
Upon in times of need, despite my disrepair.
The head grows weary, no longer mine to use.
Such feelings do elicit quite a scare,
Reduced, my self-agency, to not but a muse.
And, time passing, I find my mind quite bare.
A comforting truth, to say the very least.
Much preferable to the dangerous dares,
That tempt the dreaded claws of the beast.

Ah, and now for the inevitable,
the matrimony of The Heavens and Earth.
Perhaps, in your world, opposites attract.
In mine? They collide, leaving nothing but dirt.

But dirt can be fertile, O Mother of Saplings.
When water meets fire, they both dissipate.
The heat of the fire makes steam of the water,
their furious passion, such romance creates.

And hence comes the rhythm, miraculous rhyme.
Voices pierce heaven, as if shattering time.
Inhale the aroma of lust-addled bodies.
Give into sensation, thy spirit, sublime.

Eternity passes, the afterglow burns.
Adjourned, our meeting, though realized supreme,
united emotions, my lovely addiction.
Methylenedioxymethamphetamine.

Give me something that hurts.
Write me a poem that burns a hole
through the very page it rests upon.
Tell me a story that makes my soul

fear the unholy retribution
it hasn't even begun to earn.
Establish a word that, when spoken,
defies the very forces permitting the world to turn.

Stab me with something sharp.
**** me with something vile.
**** me with something evil.
Ruin me so that I may live.

Take me into a world where death is
welcomed. Not out of acceptance, but
of fear. Fear of the rope, the culling.
Lock me I'm a box and neglect me.

Can I **** you if you're dead walking?
Stupid question, who could entertain
the notion of ending your motion?
as if stopping the tide to spite the ******* moon.

****** me. Satisfy your sadistic
belief that despite all logic,
I am the sole origin of all suffering.
Set me free.

Let's not make any bones about it,
For I have no bones to pick.
Ah, and I've got you there,
for I am a sack of meat.

O, to live amongst the squids!
and be so jubilant and jiggly,
why, no pleasure's ever met my eye,
as that leathery wriggling beak.

Am I to blame for my misfortune?
Surely so, but of you I must ask,
what misfortune? Am I to assume
that because I have agency, I must fail?

Nonsense! And how fitting.
American manifest. Living
in a land, for himself, most befitting.
Laugh with me, for we live in Clown World.

This is the power of
the untamed duffle bag.
Vicious! O how vicious, his maw,
his all consuming zipper unzipped.

But my zipper, too, is unzipped.
Such a faux pas passes not
in our society, unforgiving,
unforgivable.
Original sin.

I stare at the eyes
of the man with no face,
his fingers like tendrils
that weave mortal fates.

A long slender tongue,
which doesn't exist,
slides into my mouth
and I cannot resist.

A pitiful yelp,
and a desperate gasp,
serve only to feed
our vile attack.

Into my throat
we continue to ******,
penetrating the mind
while defiling trust.

But I'm no longer me.
With a flick of my wrist,
I dispose of my corpse;
I no longer exist.