Wilt

Grated my brain
Watched it litter like the horses neck
Same old tunnels dig me out
and drag me here again
If mental pain was to translate
on a physical scale
severed my feet, now I must walk
Prolong the pain
with powdered conviction
sick of forcing
confidence with lifeless liqour
sick dance of desperation
but I'm not pleasant
underneath
seething
rotten.