A Fever Fugue

Light crashes sounds like brittle glass Slashes shards across my worn aching eyes The colors reak of deep rot like blues Creeping green burning acidic sounds In my ears like the Smell of some dead deity The tang of the streets are bright gay they clash with the screaming red halls of my inner cell walls the shadows are toxic the smell of death is erotic loud like the soft pain… I feel this sound, the sound of hells engine raging across my soul light drips like electric oxygen down my hands like a blood I once felt running slowly away as I lie here the world screams Crying, the fever is high I burn with electric suicide The colors I inhale dig deep into my eyes I can hear the meats rotting in the sink I know not the time as I move in my world sublime All is dieing keeping rythum to the world I feel myself drifting… maybe tomorrow I may go… As I stay….