Mind Meat

I feel a humming, deep in my soul
Filling my head full of holes
Like bees of solitude swarming
Turning abandon into warning
Stinging needles of intolerance
Escape. Escape. Escape
Is there no solice, no reprieve
To rest my weary entity?
I am the hand that bites itself
Time ticks away without any help
The monster and the man
Saving myself with handfuls of sand
Where is the line between insanity
And me?
Drilling for blood
In veins full of mud
Congealed indiscretions, slopped together
Writhing against the tether