The RODENT that i AM

to dig a grave in the name of a furrow-
the appeal of darkness,
the discovery of a new life in the black.
eyes adjust to suit what's not!

another mundane presence of shimmer-
the rays of a gleaming pretension.
a smoke fills the very existence of insanity.
a new isthmus with no base to hold.
peeping out to see a day begin.
the body offends the hands of the clock.
the tedious hedonism of hunger,
provoking an assault over the dogma.

silent words screaming in deaf ears
the map leads to wrong dungeons
of a possibility more lethal than sanity.

beatification of the swollen limbs,
sadism takes over the remaining senses.
the morgue of buried hopes,
is full of the stench of rotten desires.
staggering back to the safe place, "home",
the dagger pierces hard to the core.
dropped ears to silence the dimming quiet,
sleep deprived, it feels another life!