I.V. Line of Suicide

I dream of lambs eating lions
Vendetta angels,
Smile daggers in my spine
With acute precision,
While my heart is embraced
By my own demons

I bite at the darkness
To taste the sweetness
Of burnt honey on my tongue
Savor the sulfur singeing at my eyes
While salt marinates my lungs
And as I bask in my own lies

Truth is expensive
As perjury is a cheap luxury
That all have devoured hungrily

Pain is my saving grace
Peeling me away from plunging
Into an ether crystal lake
Edged with mercury
Awaiting for me
Ever so patiently...
Chrome ripples icing my body,
Numbing me from destined insanity

The lake of Ether
Is a welcomed friend,
While Reality cohorts with Heresy
A Venus Fly Trap,
Bedamned to no end

I take solace in my flesh
Gummy armor clinging to me
From my virgin screams
To my last whisper of breath...

A Shakespearian tragedy:
To be haunted in life til
Content in death.

SeaEntity 2017.