This is crazy

Beyond a block

A neural block

Maybe

Maybe I’m as crazy as you

Maybe we can spell it out for you

Maybe we can sow you up

Like a rag doll

A heart shaped patch here and a flower patch there

Good as new

Look at what we’ve done to you

You’re worse than you were

Blackened-red-blue eyes

And a yellow-green sick stomach

Filled with bloody bile and half-digested thoughts

Black saliva softens venomous psychic bullets

Right before you shoot your mouth off

Broken bone ballads pour like a river from your mouth

Cracked mirrors reflect like the stitched shut eyes

Of a porcelain doll filled to the brim with bad dreams

And now we sit back and smile at the new monster

See it move

It speaks!

Or something like speaking

Somewhere between screaming and crying

Maybe it’s alive

Maybe it’s conscious

Maybe it doesn’t want to be either one

We leave the room and leave you to rot

Flies won’t touch thine grotesque form

Of which one may call a shell of something

Which might have lived

But most definitely not before we got to it

Before we pulled its skin off fleck by fleck

Or maybe before it did it itself

Maybe some form of suicide

Where you don’t completely die

And instead you’re left in a mangled heap

Coiled into something you could call safe

Between the lines of your favorite poem

In which case, we’ll take you out with the trash

Or maybe you’ll bring yourself out

Watch your new leper-soul get chewed up by the garbage disposal

Only to be rejected

And be spewed back down your throat

Where the locks keep down your thoughts

And the fire pit you call a conscience,

Well that’s nothing more than us trying to keep you down

While we repair your half-living corpse

Rusty syringe rhymes humming through the gashes in our necks

Sucking air through your cuts

Straight from the blood in your veins so it hurts more than…

Maybe this is all a dream

Maybe you sewed yourself up

Maybe we’re an allusion

We are your conscience

But maybe there’s nothing more

Maybe you let us in

Maybe you let us have our way

Maybe you’re sleeping

Dreaming, or having nightmares

Either way one things in the realm of possibility, and that’s that

This is crazy