15 poem

Strange people
In a red land
Trying to talk to me
If they can
Wire tears
At my throat
I’m stumbling
As I cross Their moat
Banging against the door
Bleeding out
How much more?
Slowly I rise
As I realize
Running away
Too far
My feet are raw
I’m gonna keep running
The cobbles break my toes
Their ambulance
It grabs me, breaks my nose
They don’t care
They have ensconced me in darkness
Chained, I metamorphose
Into a creature malignant and dyeing
Breaking free
And searching around
Bloody bones, prisoners abound
Indiscriminately I tear through
Not knowing or caring
Except about you
The glass breaks
Across my skin
Flesh tearing
There’s agony within
Blood flows fluidly
As my brain is lobotomised
Grey chunks surround my body
I feel nothing
All the colours have turned to black
My descent is over
There is nothing below
As my eyesight tunnels
I feel a wetness from my eyes