Alien is the dirt between my fingernails
fathomless to me is the air upon my plastic skin
this water upon my lips feels like such synthetic whispers
what ecstasy I find in empty flavoured gin
I saw a predator in the bathroom mirror
or perhaps it was just confident prey
In morning I awaken, gasping for light
my birth, a first breath in fire
ripped from my sanctuary of void sight
identical synthetic houses made to admire
filled with stain of suffering and spite
stuffed to the brim with the wet words of liars
thick is my liquid consciousness which fades into the night
Each day is the same but each morning I am someone new, a stranger to this reality.
Dead glassy cow eyes
Mock me from within their bloated facade
They see right through me, and I, them.
Aim your guns of flesh oh mighty sailor!
whisk me away on those washing machine waves
Turner, hath you come to keep those ravenous omens at bay?
Embrace me now while I banish this inner monologue
through my skull, to melt infinitely into your indulgent rain.
Oh dull ache beneath thy ribcage of rot,
doth you thuder against such mortal flesh of mine?
My heart, my disobedient parasite
clench and thrash against my jaggard spine
these sharp crooked joints
bulge beneath powdered skin
rotting nailbeds point
lurch from a lumpy shin
stretch my elastic ligaments
release these captive organs
seethe against my innocence
seek release from biblical orphan
what godless days roam this world