The Machine

Smoke flies.

Metal cries.

Twisted vision.

Forsaken religion.

I did blackout,

I cut my mouth.

Damn glass,

Damn glass.

The man flew so fast,

Death nearly laughed.

But I'm here,

I did not pass.

The ambulance questions,

But I have no answers.

Who are you?

Who am I?

On the Gurney I lie,

Wouldn't you-

If you had no idea why?

They place me at the window.

The light filters low.

My consciousness to and fro.

How long was I out?

I do not know.

Several weeks past.

I return home.

The place is a mess.

Have some liquor?

You should say less.

I try to numb the metal's pain.

But it's just too much.

This shit really hurts.

I think I'm going insane.

I go to the bathtub.

I fill it with rye.

Oh, twisted machine,

Oh, red and white truck of ring,

Why couldn't you all just let me die?