Fever dreams

Nonsensical,  
weaving stories more real than reality  
bland tongue can't taste its own demise  
out with it, before the cancer spreads  
iron maiden jacket, draining the flesh  
upon pants of blood, sipping pints of lager  
 
Four and a half kilos,  
resting on the forehead of destitute  
feeding on the united colors of phlegm  
boiling water can't melt this viscous bile  
unnecessary wait at the scrotum  
leg left dead, the night vomits red  
 
Classic self,  
addicted to suffering, fucking apathy  
ejaculating wildly into a fruit grinder  
getafix while you're still an idiot  
pretending to eat out of empty boxes  
yeah, this is as real as it gets.