ADAMANTINOMA

Transparent shackles bound tight.
Fused with emotional movement.
Florescent words,dimmed into ambient reflections.
The ghost in the yellow distance,mocks each painful step.

A parasite in the matrix of my soul.
Amber aura crystalline,deafening octaves into statue.
The demon latches...Infected syringes.
Metallic static cools the bloodstream.

Nano hope hardens,a chemical reaction,
under the microscope,connected to my third eye.
Negative energetic collapse,of another failed plan.
Echos of regret,create dense plasmatic fluids.

God stays engraved on a heart of scar tissue.
Alone and confused,my flesh blends with the bleached hospital atmosphere.
Humming machines vibrate any ounce of life.
Drugs numb the dripping rhythm,of what comes after cancer...