My head swims with sound
Meaningless and violent
Nerves wound tight round steel bolts in soft tissue
Music harvested from bright brain matter
Fingers working every corner of my mind
They lift my brain from my skull, a hollow shell, more befitting of my purpose
Tapping at my teeth, soft percusionary sound
Curling down my throat, choking sputtering vocals echo through my head
Bile threatens to meet the musicians tools, adding helpless groans to his symphony
Each tap of my teeth threatens to crack my skull
My head giving way to the flood of blood and wasted flesh
Too full of myself, and rendered all the more useless for it
I’d like to think I can do better...