INFERNO

Inferno
It's an 
Inferno
I wish they were dead but they are still burning
It's a bad scene its a bad amalgam of pained drug addicts and
the lucky few who had something to say
It's horrible and we tell each other it's life

It's me strangling the neck of some invalid
and their cement-brained followers
A man repressed
formerly a little cute
and a little crazy
the girls liked that...
now an irrelevant, slow
overly worded prick with
no social skills and an estranged family
bitter, obtrusive, 
lonely, dead inside
The humor with which I carried myself with is gone
there's no more jokes to make it better
only screams and shreiks and felonies and 
occasionally a bad lyric
fire
that's what it feels like
like acid in my chest
like a suffocating straw hut engulfed in smoke

They say....
something about gods and animals and living alone
probably something about how they 
kill, too
how sometimes they dream of doing it to themselves and others
how sometimes, maybe they have or at least have tried

In my dreams I see creatures with no skin
they crawl up from my floor, which ususally 
is thick with blood that bubbles and steams
like a fresh pot of boiling gumbo
they claw and screech and reach up for me
and then... the most curious thing happens
I'm transported to a white hall,
it's usually so goddamn bright that I can't see
anything at all but there's always
some gorgeous woman there
long brownish (sometimes blonde) black hair
silky but not thin, shiny
so shiny, like she had just used Aphrodite's conditioner
waves like the ocean down to the middle of her back
we're almost always naked
always on the verge of making love
Always.
Always, right before I enter her
I am surged over with water, as If
under a massive waterfall
I hear screams of both ecstasy and piercing agony
I am not unsettled and I 
wake up with a massive erection
I think about the water as I please myself,
smoke a ciggarete and go back to sleep
Such  pained, meloncholy,
strangely sexual, deathlike
creatures we are