suffocate

my own hands around my neck
my pulse fighting to keep its rhythm
there's no greater gift than silence

walking flesh and bone define me
bloodied hands are allowed to defile me
maggots bury themselves in my thoughts
they devour my frame of mind

twilight skies surrender to darkness every night
men wear masks as their true faces
beguiling words leave their lips, a swarm of ants ready to feast
cacophonic voices plague even the dead

there is no rest for the wicked

oh and the wicked feast on their own blood
lies drip from their tongues like acid
entrapping themselves in tombs
the only escape from the too sweet air and the heady musk and the polluted smog that seeps into their lungs

alert.

arise.

feed the crow your heart.

where is the exit
from this suffocation you call living