paranoia

paranoia

 

madness breathes in beauty

opiate smoke through beastly teeth

the thought swells and bleeds

dangled from the deformed conscience

like a melted face

 

crooked fingers outstretched

reaching hungrily for satiation-

the only rotten salvation known

to the casual fiend

 who values flesh above soul

 

red drops of coppery manna

from the torn open abdomen

of a faux Heaven

war and depravity that tingle

on the tongue, singe the lungs

bring sensation back

to burnt out nerves

 

you’ll make halfhearted jokes

of the devils and wraiths

that slither in the deep, dark

cracks of your provisional truth

you’ll focus on grandeur

and beauty

like a starlit babe

giggling at his mobile

 

but, the b******s don’t sleep

 

they’re ungues reach from quiet holes

in the noisy structures we’ve built

their forked tongues flick inches

from your mouth as you slumber

tasting the syrup of your aura

dreaming of your throat between

their quivering jaws

 

they wait like predators in the tall weeds

seep through pores like mist

worm the insides of your throbbing veins

searching for the elusive cure

to an eternal sickness

 

you’ll say they need professional help

you’ll hope they find peace

anywhere but here

 

but, look through the eyes

of the creatures in question

the only peace they know

is in the silencing of the squawky prey

that plays happily

beneath their toxic stares

 

all that they are is hunger

and all that you are is food

Author's Note

LOL!
A little bedtime story for you kids! ;P

Reviews

[Warren L.G De Mills]

This is great! such wonderful (dare I say) imagery! I loved this one it is an excellent write. Your use of language and imagery is so well suited to the story. I doubt you really want kids to read this before they go to bed though...right? hahah. Thanks for sharing this amazing poem!

[Leah]

I was pierced right through as I entered ' red drops of coppery manna'. Amazing trip, this poem has brought me through.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Wow the texture and vocabulary in this was special. I could feel how you agonized over this, at least it felt as such.

1. tasting the syrup of your aura
2. red drops of coppery manna

You should seriously write more alchemic and occult verse!

[Robin]

so heavy the burden of fear , especially that brand that is self - induced ..

[Emily B]

there was a little of the venerable John Cash playing in the background it greatly added to the affect of your words