My heart tolls throughout the day
Marking the moments,
As I die in different ways;
Lie there and comply
With Life's wicked game of ****,
Trace fingernail scars
Down my back and to my shame.
Bees buzz in my brain,
Droning on through wrinkled grey.
Numbness starts sizzling;
Static. Electricity.
Floating down my spine
Riding my nervous system,
Securing the pain;
Substantial wave after wave
The tide's filling me.
Drowning my flowers as I...
Sleep. Weep and decay,
The hive won't die, consuming
All I contemplate.
I lie here, stuck- unmoving;
My mind subjugates
Incapable of escape...
Worker bees can leave,
Even drones can fly away;
The queen is their slave.

-SLuR