The Marriage of cause and effect

On this solid space of ground,

I am hollowed and tainted beyond

any hope of the resurrection.

My brain slowed and slurred together,

I watch the pieces of myself

float away on the river.

Monster inside gasps for breath,

stifled under these walls,

the light drained from the moon

with a teaspoon,

the strange darkness calls me inside itself,

deeper to fall until tomorrow.

The mind haunts its own

walls and secret coves and spaces,

in a twisting and screeching soul,

twitching from skull poisoning.

I’m stuck in a blaze

of someone else’s glorified suicide,

the energies strained me into

a new form of being,

one that I didn’t recognize

in the mirror,

in the whorehouse for which we stand,

salute and deliver me

out of the dark colored glasses

and into a world of dancing

under cursed skies,

at least free to scream out in the night

to no one.

I’ve got to slither out of this character,

the sirens calling me with

wails and slimy hands,

blood drips down their faces as

tears form the forest behind my house.

The ghosts stagger in single line,

out of my closet

and stand next to my bed while I pretend

to be asleep,

feigning comfort and restful poise.

I felt split and defiant towards

the ends of pleasure and fortified walls

made of glass and glue.

The effect has left the cause standing at the alter.