The Pain Asylum

Thu, 03/08/2018 - 08:33 -- tuna

I can feel my brain slow

As my ribcage caves

A slush of my guts

Cut up and crushed

Gushin’like smoothies

Without the sugar rush

 

My back cracks

And I collapse real fast

Blood in my thighs

Run up to my lungs

Shriveled and dried

Pushin’back on my tongue

 

The warden comes by

Shoving pills in my mouth

Fingers clawing

The back of my throat

Nails catching my tonsils

Ripping them out

 

I scream through my gums

Voice gargled in blood

My teeth rotting, snapping

Nerves firing like guns

 

The straightjacket strangles me

But the warden comes

And tightens the straps

I struggle and thrash

Nash my teeth

“I’m not meant to be here”

I scream and plead

The warden drops their hand

Like a guillotine

 

All movements decease

And my head drops back

The resounding crack as

Skull slaps concrete

Brains congeal in the

Blender bone frame

And the bile rises

As my arteries snap

 

The red life-giving liquid

Spills outta my pores

Palpitations strain

Under the weight

Of my decay

Flesh slaps the ground

Splating sounds

Matching head pounds

 

Echoing down

And down

White paved walls

Metal doors slam shut

The asylum is closed

 

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