Beauty

I’m silencing the lambs

A mutiny in my head

It’s war and hell up here

Instilling in me dread

Pierce the onions fragile veil

A tourniquet twists tight

I cry, I plead, I scream

Loudly throughout the night

Beauty of this madness

Creates beneath its lid

Bubble, foam and splatter

This pain I wish to rid

Cuts and blood don’t matter

The flesh it cannot feel

Barbs and shards, a wet thorn

Strong sutures will not seal

Origin of vision

Is mixed in matter grey

Images demented

Nonsensical I play

With words and noise I craft

Some sense of what I see

Mirror can reflect light

To magnify what’s me