Metaphor
Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock is ticking
As the remnants of my mind are slowly dripping
Dripping into what was once called a soul
But now nothing remains but an empty bowl
Eyes bloodstained, hands are shaking
Pain in the chest where my heart is breaking
Feet are cold, gangrene setting in
Cancer eroding what is left of my skin
Perineum severed, guts fallen out
Spleen long dislocated and hanging out of my mouth
Time is moving fast
As my brains become more like my ass
Filled with excrement which occasionally
Spews forth from my mouth
Sending more crap further south
But now you know I’m talking shit
As no doubt you realise I’m full of it
Yes this mental constipation must be
The creation of some inner motivation
To wallow in my own decapitation
Rip my head from my neck and
Stick it up my ass I’m all class
You may think this writing selfish
But really this is just a metaphor
Of internal anguish.
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3 comments:
That's the one you read me at the Opera House, isn't it? How'd it go down with your tutor? *G*
She gave me a credit, the bitch, I deserved a distinction at least
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