The thoughts were driving me
into insane domains, slain syllables
spinning in my mind, the slashed
shadowed sky sinking in despair,
crimson clouds flooded with restless
rhymes, my eyes streaming with darkened
tears.  I could hear the air tightening
in my lungs, brutal drums banging
in my cells, the ceiling fan spinning
in dangerous directions, my head
feeling brain dead as I sat here
in the living room chair.  
There were wild flames
shouldering smashed depictions
of my malicious slave master
torturing me throughout the night,
forcing me on the bed, the filthy sheets  
smelling of foul liquor and cigarette buttes.
His burning breath stayed in my system,
haunting me, drinking my chemistry,
******* the serenity from my bloodstream,
from my lifeless flesh as his grubby
hands caressed my *******, making me
tremendously stressed, depressed,
faking the thrill as he spilled oozing
flames upon my splintered skin.
I was splitting apart, scarred, sunken
in immense tar, his kisses deafening
my speech, his dark eyes blinding
my light, ******* up my vibe as he slid
his ****** **** inside me, stealing away
all my priceless valuables.  I was sickened,
thickened beats blasting me into outer
galaxies, far away from the space station.  
I was his good loving that made him
feel like a man, like he had power over me,
like I was nothing but a meaningless
existence.  Now as I sit here watching
the ceiling fan steady swirling
around in circular motions,
making me scream in sporadic ranges,
the twisted trees bleeding with their leaves,
the grassland broken and swollen
like my unwanted soul, everything
shifting off course as I slipped
and fell on the flawed floor,
remembering it all, how it never
seems to fade away, how the vivid
images always seem to come
back in the most impossible way.