Sobbing in Empty Wails of Paranoia

My sunless place has no moon

Alive, but voices say I’m dead

Seeds sprout in my pant cuffs while

dens of hungry wolves prowl.

Invisible boundaries constrain me, allowing

voices to suck my soul and spit it out.

Corroded bullets fester in my head

watching demons rip my body parts.

Demented dittos pound my feet as

percussion instruments hammer.

Scabbed wounds peeled and violated

watch enemies trying to climb my walls.

Pick axes dig into my skin in pockmarks

yet wicked world is blank and hollow.

I’m struggling and sinking in quagmire

of broken brains and threatening daggers.

End is black in looming shadows

as pages of my life sob in empty wails.