Intelligence of the Questionable Facade

Intelligence bleeding from my mind,

It is seeping out with time,

I can feel its juice is thick,

For some reason I cannot make it stick,

To the insides of my skull,

It is like an empty hull,

Shattered briefly with an image,

Thoughts and emotions are caught in an endless scrimmage…

Only my fingernails can cure me,

They tear my face apart,

They obscure me…

Postulate a time to consume,

Build a closet,

Build another room,

To hide…

Hoard the bodies,

Count the seconds…

Scratch with ice pick into concrete skin,

Live a life,

Die…

Begin Again.

Authors Note:

This was an experiment…if this was a real emergency this message would have been followed by insane laughter.