You're a cockroach

Skittering across the exorcism of
this
Inebriated cataclysm

Dust falling into those
morbid cracks,
overgrown ivy

Winding

Six legs on severed
segments
A hard shell of
gleaming toxins

Your breath is
barbwire for
my soul

Don't scrape the
spine
bone against steel
and bloody
recollections of
unforgiving
escalation 

Will we die this way?

Wrapped up in
an unholy extension
of
Hate, tongues
sliced by contempt

That snake coiled around
your legs
with a beating heart
and
Onyx eyes

Peering into the spirit
casting
shapes and colors
out into
some unknown disintegration
of my
own
mind

I blasted implemented
crucifictions
of diamond shapes
thought maybe
those
echoes would
burst into
chords and fractures
of
time, space, and a
grim salutation

IS there anybody out there?

I've screamed into
existence so
many
times
Shouting out into
molecules and atoms
beaming
electric currents of
ignorant sensibility

There are no rays of light
in the
deep, dark carapace of my
brain

We find only emptiness
in the
fullest of minds