Maggots

Maggots

Shadows floating

Inside our bones,

Twisting through our veins,

In our blood - DNA. 

Like maggots hiding inside,

Feeding frenzy of pain,

Waiting to escape from the vault.

Lock down wih a 10 inch steel wall.

With the shadows inside,

Nibbling,

Searching,

For the perfect combination.

We cant bare who we are,

So we hide in the vault and wait for the maggots to appear.  Niblle, nibble, fucking nibble they go.

And have no doubt, they WILL find the magic sequence.

And when they do, you will act in ways unconsidered. 

You will do things never thought imaginable. 

You will feel things never imagined felt before. 

You will become the shadow lurking in the vault

Since you were a child. 

Its impossible to know what you might do

When the maggots get hold

And the walls fall down.

And in that moment you will think that is YOU.

That your ‘true selff’ has finally evacuated.

Oh, oh, if only it was true. 

If only we were released into enlightenment.

Floating on an opiate cloud with your self by your Side,

On the magic carpet ride , of the new exciting you. 

We long to believe that at last we are free.

That we have found the perfect combination. 

Your cataclismic affair with your self

Opens up before you,

With the waistland of suffering debris lay bare on the beach; naked; wriggling, as the maggots endulge their next meal...