Self Harm

behind your silent mask
the brides of intent
stare hard as diamond
through deceptions perfumed veils

moving slinky green confetti
immobile making
leaves are falling
their children vines arise and bind me
to the living torture ground

monitors pervade the crawling lines
of lies on earth
and descend through idle talk and verbiage
like true carnivores
drawn round a victim
gloating pon the many wealths of paradise

voodoo dolls may dance and blind me
cold marble feel my hot dissection
limbs entwine contorted them
by voices
spinning through the craddle
bars that come in bursts
the words of anger and of anguish

wedded to such distant music
snakes as veins are spurting
upwards standing
their swaying notes
hissing like a weak damnation
they wander through my waning sadness
they sneak in cowering rivulets across the floor
and out to meet the greatness of the stars