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
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