Carcass in a cage

Bore a hole into my skull

you'd see the dark thick ink spilling out

Pouring out like a broken watering can

Out of every crack and crevice that has formed

Perhaps I hit my head one too many times.

Twitching when you graze your sickly fingers against my bare scalp

Grating your nails against it like a chalkboard

Hands wrap around my throat,

squeezing and wringing it out like a wet towel,

getting those last few drops out of me.

Hang my null carcass on a clothesline and watch it dry out,

flowing in the wind.

Talk to me again I have nothing to say,

no words come out of my mouth,

no thoughts out of my head.

I am completely dried of my being

Who I was and who I could have been matter no longer

I remain void of a tongue to speak

void of a brain to carry those thoughts and dreams I once had.

Grip me by the hair and tear open my jaw, pour red inside me.

Hate, Rage, Vengeful, Anger

Slather it across my eyes and now I can only see red

Cage my carcass and watch me dance

Over and over

I gnaw at my bars, banging, thrashing, screaming, pounding

Like a wild animal taken from its freedom

I locked myself in this cage and now I can't get out

It’s my fault I let you lock me in here

Now this cage is all I know and all you’ll ever see me as.

A carcass in a cage.

Outline:

An artist is drained of creativity and caged by others perceptions of them

October