Fetal Death Out of Womb
Sickness comes and darkness passes
Death gives it punishing lashes
On to buried in the ground
Till some years later rot is found.
Born, this scorn forced to my eyes
Virgin to intense light
I gargled my callusing cries
Till invasion of the night.
Dark again, Comfort felt beneath
A warm blanket of love.
Halos floating form a wreath
And chain eternal a passing dove.
Sleep, eyes shut and body, rest,
The nightmares all begin.
Darker, evil things begin the test
Of something deep within.
Indulging darkness and night from then,
I grew accustomed to the pain.
Brewed visions in mind's den
of persons seen or known all slain.
Acting out my inner horrors worse
I took a knife in hand,
To my parents room I burst
And turned them back to sand.
Satisfied I journeyed off till morn'
To rest beneath a bridge.
Sleep brought images of them torn
And forced off life's ridges.
Screaming gibber I awoke at noon
Soaked with rain and mud I cried.
I ventured off till woods I found beneath the moon
And ate rabbit by fire side.
Lying in leaves I grasp the dirt and stones.
My fingers dug for hope,
Instead they found a suicide's rotting bones
and his fateful rope.
Asleep, my mind a trek it took
To a land of thorns and briers.
As I traveled for a look
My path became a fire
Miles past and hours gone still no sign
of someway out or in,
Till upon torturous angles of every kind
and a fetus deep within
I climb atop the fetal being
And lay upon the stakes
All these visions my final seeing
Death, my breath, it final takes.