From the Inside

They’re splitting through the membrane
Bleeding through the pores
A raging river of feverous contempt
The begs and begs for more

They’re the voices that can’t be heard
That claw beneath the skin
Like razor blades on fraying nerves
That make me reenact this sin

In weedy gardens they lie in wait
And hex my secret places
Til I’m bound and gagged by my own mind
Tangled up in my own shoe laces

Broken threads in a hangman’s knot
I can hear them calling
In the thoughts that I can’t think
They are so appalling

Splitting through the membrane
Bleeding through the pores
A raging river of feverous contempt
The begs and begs for more

And I make no noise outside this body
My throat torn out by thieves
Voice, dripping red in humiliation
Blown away like autumn leaves

Among the vines that hold me tight
And violate me soul
Pulling me into the dark
Where the underground ain’t so cold

‘Cause hell’s an imitation
Of this world where we play life
Shaking it up like a snow globe
Before stabbing it with a knife

Splitting through the membrane
Bleeding through the pores
A raging river of feverous contempt
The begs and begs for more

And I’m screaming on the inside
Behind my cool façade
The glass walls dividing me in two  
Until from myself I’m barred

With sanity trapped inside a box
And madness taking a bow
Time’s leaving me behind again
And I don’t know what I’m doing now

‘Cause it’s splitting through the membrane
Leaving me in a black misted haze
A raging river of feverous contempt
Inside this body that’s now ablaze

© Indie Adams 2012