today there's eyes growing on the insides of my cheeks chattering chattering chattering
they swim through my skin and peek out just to painfully burst when their gaze is met (stop staring they're starting to boil)
around my neck and down my spine the worms writhe throughout my bones and blood
i am nothing but a sack of decay and perception made to channel God's emotions
a conductor that sends electricity from myself to the next node from the last
a pinprick in God's brain (a crippled bug at Their feet)
i can see the angels painting the sky, screaming their songs of terror and wonder
terribly beautiful (terrible beauty)
surely surely they'll free me someday
can't they see the way God's wrath is destroying me? are they really so jealous?
is it better to suffer for a divine purpose, enveloped in the burning love of God or to be free of the choirs while feeling so cold and alone without Them?
do sinners flee God because they want silence for once?
please
please
please
the roots of my teeth are spreading throughout my skull
i can pull them out of my skin
honeycomb eyes and holes disintegrating
needles are running through my bones and body, growing outwards and pulling me with them
i'm hearing whispers i'm hearing songs i'm hearing desperate screams
i'm getting flashing visions of my bones breaking and mending themselves at awful degrees
how will i ever be free
