Saturday, July 26, 2014

The Schizophrenic's Suicide

Surreptitious conditions slip
To metaphysical machinations
Joints cracking and grinding
Skin struggling to bind me
Soul leaking through eyes
To skies unfounded
But by my own grounds for escape
Your methodical drowning of my face
In masks and traits, gashes and blades
Measured paces toward the graceless
The faithless and patiently waiting
Craving closure and opening
Wounds again, this tasteless moment
Has me gnawing at my bones again
Flaying open my own skin
Just to take a piece of it
Remove and consume
Til there's nothing left to chew
The feeding disrepeating
Receding from memory
Electricity and scathing
Water to bathe these dreams
Currently, the only need
An unstable mind caged
A sleight of hand staged
To show the hope we're stealing
To slow the ceaseless leaking
A coagulant to stem the bleeding
Of all that I have never been
And forever will be
Of all that they have claimed exists
Just beneath these bedsheets
When all these whispered promises
Have all their pennies spent
They'll swear that they knew me
In passing, a few will claim
They loved these mindless ramblings
This clumsy handling
Of instability, discuss civilly
As if understanding, as if traction had been
Gained before landing
In this grave, they'll save face
But make no mistake, none can claim
To enslave me, to tame these
Reckless dreams, I'll burn everything
And forget to breathe
Chase a can of kerosene
With a cigarette
And swear they still won't
Kill me.

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