severe case of obscurity

[chicaboolah]

with flies buzzing in my head, i like to think they're flirting with me rather than slurping at the decay.
with broken circuit in my brain, i am being swallowed in my depth below the threshold of the dying heart.
with my lungs filled with smoke, i scream only in water as the bubbles manifest into sting rays.
within this rib cage, my intrapped demons claw their nails out inside my skin for an indefinite outbreak.
i suddenly forgot for a few rage indulgence.
i am stuck at a pace where time froze
and cannot skate with rusty metal.
i occasionally wonder whether i am the thin ice
for it will make sense of my idiosyncrasies.
the need to snap out of reality
because it's devouring my gold wishes.
my feet are sleeping,
my ears are ringing.
among the copse
i fall in the roots of willow
and turn into a bathtub of maggots.
i can't die
because god is my mind
but i am not alive
because i am chained to
this pointless facade.
i want a new personality,
won't you, grim reaper, knit another for me?