the sewer runs

in suspended time

the subway tunnels lead to nowhere

within the underground of the unconscious mind

this place is unknown

he is knee deep in filth

unseen creatures wrapping around his legs

nibbling, attempting to stake their claim

he is shouting out for help

distorted groveling is echoing back at him

fever induced phantoms in his head

only the vocal retorting is not his

only a haunted memory

of regrettable actions committed in sin

in a projection of malice

his own hideous green smoke screen

victims dangling from the ceiling

no faces, just visualized static

on string, tethered to him

signifying how they came to their futile end

cardboard houses straddle the platform

shelters for the stranded homeless

with no human bodies to house

he wades on through to reach the surface

he can’t reach up, his escape is broken

he is destined to never meet a higher peace

only to writhe in the darkness beneath

a thousand eyes speak up in the gloom

the judgemental looks they come from mice

he sees them unclear, scurrying up to greet him

an innocent package of small feet

crowding out from holes in the boxes

squeaking in a rapture of pink noses

a collusive contrast to the apathetic air

restriction calms his movement

seducing him under

as revenge takes a brutal hold

teeth sinking in, ripping flesh

blood departing in a savage stream

the intense glares

from decoy rodents with vicious smiles

they are no less than treacherous rats!

flailing his arms for freedom

clinging to nothing but discarded waste

as he slips under

through the avengeful sleeve of God

drowning in his own art of butchery

pounding in the lies he has told and living them over

in this regurgitated tangle of insanity

a reconstruction of the hate that he has made

victimized whispers from up above

pierce through his brain

booming sounds of an oncoming train

clarified for him in the pollution of lights

this is their retribution

in the pushers beautiful nightmares