I’m losing all decent semblance of self
the hazy heat of hell stoked infernos
perpetrating their insane, insipid ways
dragging me back, unholy derision
funnelling its perpetual poison
deep into my kaleidoscopic mind.
A hellscape pure of inverted reason
nothing to have any other purpose
but to torment, torture and terrorise
bringing me back to the pain images
littering those dark corners where they dwell
festering with hate, swelling with disgust.
The detritus, the human condition
an appeasement for unflattering sin
branding the recesses of sanity
brimstone baking itself into my mind
forging suffering in chains of trauma
Never to be free, never feel hope again.