"The Accident Man Cometh"

"Hello...
can you hear me?
You've been in
A accident
Dear freind"
 
It's funny  
how others say
The same thing.
 
I Lie on the pavement
Trying to hold
My own offal
In my dead  
Lifeless hands
Stitched together  
With sellotape
Held together
With elastic bands.
 
My god the smell!!
 
If you ever stood  
Under a seaside peir
On a hot afternoon
That stink
Of oxygen and rust
And something
Long dead rotten
That your parents
Would rather
Not discuss.
 
Outside
I seek the optimism
Of people who
Smoke Outside the hospitle
The best life has to offer
God bless the city
Of Bristol.
 
In truth
I left my body
Long ago
I touch from a distance
Struggling not to succumb
To the voices below.
I have no choice
But to observe and listen
That Bastard gloating
Performing my own
personal exocisum.
 
"I want you to think
How did it come to this?
Hovering lifeless
Between life
And death,
A spider  
Tiptoeing  
on a very
Thin web"
 
I hear his voice
Shallow
Demonic
Unearhly.
 
"Now dear friend  
I'm Afraid your going to die,
You will feel peace
In your final moments
And when you feel
The cold touch  
Of death approach,
Know that you  
Were not alone
That I was here
Watching, gloating
Breathing this
Spectacle in
Revelling in the
Apex
Of my creation"
 
The light grabs me
Like one of thouse  
Arcade machines
With the mechanical hand
The ones that never win
And you keep on  
Pumping in quaters
As life plays
The world's smallest violin.
 
Only this time
It snags it's prize,
I leave my body once again
As my soul  
Begins to rise.
Chained to
my folly
Handcuffed to
My assorted sins.
 
I realize
In my final moments
My soul is unburden
But in reality
I've just been murdered!!
Why trust one dream
And not the other?
 
Below I watch  
A hand write in crimson...
Autographing his masterpiece..
 
"Something to sleep on
Something to reconsider
Decor by ikea
Finish by  
Jack the ripper"