vomit stuck in the chest
a heart curdling
acidic and calling for kin
burnt, scabbed and scared
a core collaping
disintegrating and desperate for air
lungs drenched in smoke
tightened by tar
exhalling condemnation
snaring,
a welcome sign
to hell in the stare
old alcohol fumes from the pores
a twist in the neck that makes you wonder
if you are wrong
as the pulsing drum at the base
promises that heaven is on the other side
of evil
will you find me innocent
after i confess
i am just like everyone else