Inside Before..

It's the brutal comparison,
Stabbed in throat, injected,
Bruised, Needles of pure heroin,
It's the worst, I have been rejected.

My world becomes the makeshift slaughterhouse,
Cutting, bleeding palms suggest,
Ingested, forced to consume.

Thoughts of the decomposed,
Rot my mind inside and out,
Its like an angel with the darkest wings,
Span across this massacre.

Vicious fangs that claw and gnaw,
Hung from the roof, theres corpses,
Lucid are the memory's that invade,
These dreams are forged.. fake.

Ian Robert Potapoff