there's a messy ire born of quiet;
one i can never describe to you--
it bends and weeps sun-kissed violet,
its purple is lovely on very few.

i string my voice on power lines
like deserted shoes ******* in knots;
there isn't voice more foul than mine,
i fear to hear the words it brought.

they meet you as would foreign tongue
and dance upon the ears so manic,
until they all seep from my lungs
and undo my scalp in panic.

my mind's a nest of wasps and bees
building hives and killing each other,
urged on my this eternal disease
until each one is all but smothered.

the honey produced is rich and gold
and fools me sweetly as it brews,
for even so, it grows the mold
that stains my eyes green and blue.

the rebuke received upon my tone
rattles my head and stirs the hive,
and so it groans a wicked drone
in these rotten ears of mine.

the wasps burrow through my throat,
and the bees sting at my tongue
until my voice swells up and bloats
and come forth the blight they stung.

am i no more than a moth in a cage?
a moth born of silk who lives just four days;
my life’s work in words would not fill a page,
yet heavily so does the brunt of them weigh.

am i no more than a fish in a bowl?
a fish meant to swim in the oceans of old;
my potential withers as time cuts a toll,
and my scales and gills soon crawl with mold.

am i no more than a bird in a store?
a bird with dim feathers and wings ever-sore;
what should come innate does not anymore,
and never will i be as i was before.

my nails are again earth
digging and enslaved
they know I haven't worth
and let me dig my grave

my skin decays while not yet dead
my blood already clots and drains
my brain of maggots rattles my head
as worms and rats fight in my veins

each breath disturbs the frenzied flies
living in my rusted lungs
and the blinking of my eyes
peels apart old webs strung

the humming in my chest
no longer from a heart still beating
but from the wasps beneath my breast
building from this body fleeting

the silence of the night
tastes sweeter than before
the dirt settles about me tight
and the humming is no more