I could not escape my thoughts

As they lingered in my head

It was a way out I sought

So I headed back to bed

I had a drink, then two

Then maybe a few too many more

Thinking maybe I could drown them

I closed my eyes, then with a sigh

And a bit of a grimace, I then realized

My victims didn’t die

But rather floated back to the surface

Their words on the walls

In every direction in which I peered

Indeed all I saw were their snide faces and sneers

So with a spike now, I gouged my eyes out

So I couldn’t see anymore

Hoping for some sort of refrain

Only to discover, to my horror

That the thoughts still remain

I could hear them now, loud and clear

Shouting and screaming piercing my ears

By no means a welcoming sound

Repeating the failures and fears

That are conjured up by the awful content of these thoughts

So I picked up a pair of sharpened shears

And promptly sliced off both my ears

I felt some relief as they fell to the floor

Knowing that I couldn’t hear them anymore

Then, with a feeling that made me a little ill

I realized the ****** thoughts lingered still

These treasonous demons

So relentless in their quest

I could still smell their putrid stench

Their wicked decaying deathly scent

So I banged my head against my cold steel desk

Again and again,

Shattering my nose into a million pieces

Finally some peace, I said to myself

They could no longer get to me through my sense of smell

Yet the life of this moment met its end quick

When I realized that somehow they had found another sense

An unsettling sensation suddenly came over me

I could already taste the flavor of wretchedry

Like a distorted gourmet of bitterness and misery

Not wanting to sit through the main course a minute more,

I tore out my rancid tongue and let it join my ears on the floor

Relishing in the all too brief respite

Agonizingly realizing I could still ******* feel them

Deep beneath my skin they slither and squirm

Emerging through the pores like a corpse full of worms

Hitting me quick like ten tons of bricks

A bunch of precision-guided pinpricks

Made of blood and bone

Warmth and cold

Years of waste and regret

Rolled up in a body that’s slowly getting old

So of course I do the only sensible thing

And proceed to generously drench myself in a few gallons of gasoline

Then at last, the lighting of a match to complete the act

Bursting into an inferno

Burning away every nerve

Turning my skin into a crisp

Never to feel anything again…

At least that’s what I thought

Although that now all my senses were gone

At a destination I thought would be free from the pain

Just like always I found…

The thoughts still remain