It isn't only during sleep that death lingers,
knocking on the closet door you vomit behind
while rocking back and forth like an addict each night,
hiding from spiders that try to crawl toward your spine...
But shovels seem too far away to remember
how so many scratches have damaged plastic flesh.
Blood hardens on your leg as laughter increases,
and this old storage space becomes a prison cell.
We used to go dancing in the attic, but now
it would take a funeral to pull you away
from the ritualistic decapitation
of a happiness that just wasn't worth keeping...
And shadows fill the corners of your wasted mind
reflecting the knives you forgot to let go of.
Visions become blurry, out of focus, and dull
until morning turns into one more broken vow.
Your black lungs inflate with cancerous pollution,
finding salvation in obscene deliverance.
The dark hall outside of your cage has no ending,
but demons are willing to walk it forever...
And sunlight doesn't matter anymore because
slashed and lashed mistakes call for the death penalty.
Now walls spin faster as the ceiling collapses,
crushing all hope to bestow eternal freedom. |
Submission Name: Cage
