Bored with so much to do

Piked
Each limb from behind their bend
Pierced from behind the knees
The distance of such torture
Behind the elbows for good measure

Impaled
And left for warning
Displayed on four poles for all to see
Loyal audience of crows

They've placed me above a pool
Of soft blues rippling with turquoise
Mezmorized by the moving colors
As a leak out and add to the pool

Long drips dive head first
Into the beauty to taint
Eventually overwhelming into orange
The water now as morbid as my corpse

Not dead
Just struggling to move
Not dead
Just struggling to soothe
Stuck in my room
Wishing the world was swallowed up
By the thick black smoke
That consumes

Exodus of exalted exhalation
I'm a goldfish in a small bowl
Thinking circles along with the buzzards
They want to consume me