Autophobia
By Christian Johnson
I stand upon this venomous peak
Toxins swirl and knock out my knees
Another victim of the insidious disease
As I crumble to the torture of the quarry
All around me the walls are closing in
This excavation has excavated me
The viles and the specimen lines the walls
As I shiver as my body spasms from the aerosol
The diabolics roam the land
With teeth they gnarl as I repent
I cross the icy pavement
The shadows of demons in my vision
Corrupted and expired beyond return
I crawl and fetalize before I turn
The depraved wear no face
No empathy when they swing their mace
Crooked incisions line across my chest
Penetrated my being and descend into unrest
Darkness has enveloped this hole
The candlelight blown away like a C4
The cries and all the cackled laughs
Spread my arms as it penetrates my back
The ghouls of night call my brain their home
Mutilation and exploitation of my cranial contents
Nihilism has become my norm as my soul shrivels to nil
As my pallid face senselessly watches the windowsill