• My head's fulla Hell

    that sulfuric smell seeping

    through my pores. Down on all fours,

    begging for mercy

    from the gods of love, lust, and disgust.

    I sob through the pain

    of a heart that's been slain

    and revived too many times to complain.

    Always 2nd to 1, the rule of thumb. May well be strung

    up by the neck and hung as go on

    living like this.

    Cuz my head's fulla Hell, eyes' dark rings do tell

    the tales of vague obscenities

    on life's innocent utilities.

    Once in lifetime goes by with a sigh and I live on this lie.

    Muscles tremble and quake

    as laughter breaks through the tears and mind accepts the fears.

    Salty rivers flow between fingers on the floor

    clutching at the same nothings I've always never had.

    The black hole inside is where I reside.

    the only place I can hide from all but myself.