Poem: For When the Bells Toll
The bells toll again,
Rhythmically, painfully, melodically, corrosively
Chipping away at my cranium,
Bit by bit by -
bitten;
I'm being bitten straight through my veins
The hours tick by like seconds,
Slowly, rapidly, effortlessly, aggressively
Slipping out my left atrium,
Inch by inch by -
inching;
it's all inching away till nothing remains
Every hour I hear a ring,
muffled by the sounds of my brain drowning
in my hearts own blood
My bones used to hold me up, and now my skulls eroding
My vessels used to keep it inside, and now my organs are all corroding
My brain wont stop thumping, over and over and over again
Afterall, didn't I empty my corridors to make space for the bells?
My hearts stopped pumping, how do I make it start again
Afterall, didn't I stop my lungs from making space for the oxygen?
What do I do now?
"I'm bored"
What should I do now?
"I'm bored"
How do I join my bones together again?
"Oh, I'll put on some music!"
Should I just tape them together again?
"Nah, maybe I'll watch a movie"
How do I fill myself with blood again?
"Movies are kind of boring tho"
My veins are leaking blood again
"…"
No roses left in my garden, isn't it spring yet?
No thorns left as a burden, just a painful silhouette
Still, it's heavy
I'm no Atlas
Can you please give me a hand?
Can I have a hand?
The bells toll again.
I guess I'll keep dancing, along to its rhythm
I hung them up, so I'll take what I'm given
I thought I got better, but maybe I didn't