COLLATERAL

I feel like a casualty.

Did I step on a mine

Marked for martyrs?

Perhaps I lost only a limb

Or forfeited my brain.

So why do I seem so lost

And what is this boundless pain?

All that I hear is tuneless

Like the grating of dry chalk.

All that I see is formless

Like portraits by clowns and fools.

All that I smell is putrid

Like remnants of a flood.

All that I taste is bitter

Like soup stirred up by ghouls.

All that I touch is damned

Like the black soul within me.