• the gnashing tearing
    fractured grinding
    breaking snapping
    screaming whites of eyes
    unseeing grasping running
    bleeding flowing flooding
    drowning choking pain of
    the noise droning
    in the return from solitude

    banishment seems a glorious
    gift a release from the flaring
    burning stinging thaughts of
    fitting in squeezing crushing
    in to conform to the norms
    love a bane of sad men dragged
    by chains to the knees of
    solemn angels and sphinxes

    our bodies become sad suicidal
    weapons our voices knives slicing
    at those we once dreaded loving
    we become complete revenant swords
    furious burning hammers pounding and
    shaping the sad loud world
    untill all becomes mechanical
    dead cold and lifeless
    a force of metalic irony