The cannibals only come to me in my dreams, when I’m breathing another lie, hiding behind living seams of another life I lay awake, while I’m devoured I’m alive, even as I die
I can’t trust the screaming monkeys or the elephant that sat on my lungs or the crows that come to pick at my liver even though the scarecrow that I erected between my eyes is just a lonely figure that waves in the breeze with all other thoughts that have drifted into the eternal, before they have begun
Be Quiet!
you monkeys with long noses what stick their face into my dreams and shriek at me You’re lost in your head, come back to us so we can mask your tortured screams
I’m already there inside this life but facing a loaded gun when every picture that passes my eyes is bathed in the molten glare of an oft abused, setting sun
Each fond memory fades into a living nightmare I may move with the grace of someone less catatonic but you can see the state of current my demise in my vacant stare