Everything is fine in heaven.

Dancing in scraps of your flesh

I tethered and layered, pirouette

Darkness slithering over my organs 

inhaled like fumes of fire 

Inescapable hell

Addicted to brushing up against sadness

laying out my insides, for you to admire

All I am is bones and meat 

Residing in a dark concrete cell 

I look out to the world which I cannot see

Drenched in the cold rain 

To be human is an existence 

Exposed to the hideous reality of uncertainty 

psychological warfare

Control your cadaver and writhe in delusion

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

damn, i wish i had written that last line....and i do hope everything is fine up there...because it isn't down here...

it is so dreary here---like we are in a living hell, a living cell, trapped in a life that just gets harder to live...
the dance upward would be nice. we could climb out of the
"bones and meat"----