Be It Devised Poem by Zakhele Anigon

I drink nightmares and gulp down chaos
Bathed in acid, in dissolution
Nightmares become me
Chaos spans me to all directions
In vile retching I spill the stars
Infernal and molten they expand
Space is swallowed and time is flirted
Engulfed in fire and air and water and earth
Hammered are the nails in the joints
Pinned to the ground
But the pain of becoming is far greater
Screams leaking like fluids from all crevices
Devising death with perfect accuracy
A state as before as after, different from now
Oblivion, not being, as if never have been
Cursed with the knowledge of recycling
Brief moments of pure serenity
Before the sentence of rediscovery
Endlessness
A drive primal as it is potent
Frightfully self sustaining
Consuming suffering, fear and pain
Injected with minimal doses of bliss
Who's gonna be?
Who's gonna be?
Will the ones finally stop the screaming?
Will perfecter means than death be devised?