POEM - Dominant Demons

My mental state is a blizzard of a cold winter-

Sub-zero corpse that lie in fresh snow-

Ice constructed of blood and desperation thickly sheets the frailness of my soul-

My flesh has been recycled numerous times in various slaughter houses-

The chainsaw tears at the dead of night-

My dreams are a loaded gun, an ill omen despised-

Splattered embryos on the walls of a bombed abortion clinic-

Pieces of brain sprayed all over the sidewalk, drunken men still giving pieces of bread to the pigeons-

Cross highways on foot, blindfolded-

Pedestrian road kill-

Played the last game of Russian roulette-

The syringe is empty-

Plunge into reality-

Swan dive off the tenth floor balcony-

Lay to rest in a dingy bathtub with macabre spilling out of slit wrists, as brown waters drips from rusted faucets-