Holes in My Head

watching you motionless as i
pecked out your stained glass eye
the hidden truths of reality were
revealed in answers after asked why
something within you held them
your lips held no motion
only held in place like statues
no sight of contraction or convoltion

the taste of your poison
lingers on my lips left dry
unable to create noise
this crippled flesh left to die
awake or not
slowly the incubi approach
coughing up nothingness
i begin to clench my throat

surrounded too quickly
all i can do is brace my own
as they all enter my being
and i feel them in the shake of my bone
in my wake i am alone
but i can feel something within
another joins in my voice
you can hear them if you listen

the hole on my head
reveals interaction through blood
stained on the walls of the room
much darker than the blackest mud
the wire that held it together
lies on the floor unbroken
my eyes turn to face the red
and witness destruction open