So Sick

 
I relish the hurricane on my face
while the white hot lightning strikes a fire near me
So why can't I move?
I'm so sick
I find Jacob's Ladder
Let me be, murderer
I lay beneath your tempest feet
I long to hurl thunderbolts in your black disease
Tumbleweeds in my hair
Flies in my soup
I'm trembling out of my burning skin
I rip the commotion off my face
Let me screech in your brain, murderer
Frantic bones dig graves
Dripping red raindrops stain my nails
I'm so sick
My hair is a powering rage
Curls of flaking flesh on my tired lips
Centipedes crawl my back
Set me free, murderer
Burning flesh in the air
You hate me but I love you
You leave a spoiling stench on my delicate skin
You clip my wings and laugh
Gag butterflies
Crush heavenly flowers
You make me sick
I loathe your itching selfishness
You crumble mud in my face
Dying in this electric chair
Leave the roof of my mouth
Fall down my chimney throat naked
I vomit your lifeless flesh
I fell from Jacob's Ladder
but I live in the electricity of your cranium
Now you're sick, murderer
I touch the eye of storm on my face.