Acid Head

Slowly it fills to a point

that I cannot stop, the screaming
the cries, the light dissipates
to a low dull throbbing

turning blindly
I keep stumbling sideways and forth
jerky motions with no purpose

the acid spills from my lips
drips cross my chin and chest
eats its way though my heart

in the raw red light
I watch my palms bleed
red snaking a short life-line

its not so much I want it this way
I just find that it has become what I know
and realizing that I know very little

after all

theres a quiet yellow beauty
when one realizes
that they've had enough.