Friday, March 18, 2011

Lunch

Worms wriggle
in my head.
Dance an ugly song
in my head.
Why?
I don't know or
maybe I do.

Maybe I gave them life.

Of course I did.
I wanted them
to be there,
didn't I?
I wanted them to feast
on what they could find,
didn't I?
They found my thoughts.
Eat! Eat! Eat!

What is that music
they dance to?

I can't hear.
I am deaf!
I can't sing.
I am dumb!
I can see
the nightmare.
I am not blind!

What a gift!
Happy happy!

With my hands tied
to a chair.
And my legs bound.
They eat and they
force feed
me.

Feed me my brain.
Adulterated.
Made bitter.
Eat, with love!

Tomorrow?
Yes!
Why?
Is your life over,
fool?...
...Suffer more!


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All things corrupt and Biprorshee

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