Embryonic Filled Head

Let me focus on my emotional
crippling sweet-pain for but a moment.
Rudimentary; I am unfinished -
palpable absurdity chains freedom,
whispers waft decayed stench towards language
while barriers laugh with echoes of doors;
slammed shut in the pretty face of escape.
Dementia swoons as cold predatory
morality stalks shades of broken breath,
and tangible palpitations become
perceptible in the dead light of now.

Perception blinks, twists fresh anarchy through
the domain of structured moulded silence;
forever being battered by coughs of
obvious discomfort - I clear my mind,
unwrap each moment's disturbed violence.
Animal instincts will tear to shreds all
the onlookers who visit this foul caged
apparition of self-doubt; wickedness,
in this ragged embryonic filled head.