Withdrawal your appeals to it all,
Differentiate your mind and become aware of it,
The buzzing of machinery,
A symphony in full bloomed cacophony,
The cold, dead, ugly noise,
To some is a Siren’s blessing,
Turn off the inhibition to see,
Wondrous gloom, bittersweet irony,
To taste such nauseous bliss,
As if returned to embryonic fortitude,
Feel it,
Holy demented feeling,
The brink of the end,
Brought right back to the womb,
Sick laughter in the corner,
Treasured by death’s lure,
Fell on wasted knees,
Crying beautiful whipped tears.