Poems about alive

Skin me alive with a wooden spoon
Pour acid into my open wounds
Hang me upside down in the midday sun
Pistol whip me, make it not fun.
Roast my insides on a turning spit
I'm still smiling I don't give a s... t
Take my morphine away, I will writhe in pain
Chewing twenty razor blades, am I totally sane.
It's just the same old s... t but another grey old day
My world is still spinning, and I'm still in open play.
Alive and kicking, the big sleep you are surely dead
In life you must taste and burn or your blood don't
Flow red.

Demonic terror, abstract design,
My wardrobe strait jackets,
My coffin sweet pine.
Unanswered questions whirl through my brain,
Imagination or am I insane?
Vague accusations, somebody grieves
I'm dead to the world but to life I still cleave.
Festering wounds break open and crack,
The naval cord festers it's turning jet black.
Phantasmal nuns run here and there,
Passing out bibles, chanting a prayer.
The cigarette's glow touches my skin,
I ache and climax, rejecting my sin.
An apocalypse storm churns a black sea
Wide spread destruction chaotic in me.
Mastiffs from hell guard all the cages,
In my padded cell a religious war rages.
Dante's inferno, the bottomless pit,
They're having a luau and I'm on the spit.
I'm coming apart, the center won't hold,
The nightmare gathers black sheep to its fold.
I'm eaten alive my breath I expel,
I'm leaving this world,
I'll see you in hell!

I was alive for a moment
Truly felt the wind brush my skin
Felt it thread it's fingers in my hair
Felt it caress my heart from within

It was a moment
Fleeting in it's wispy form
It was a moment that I felt
Reborn

It was then I could raise my head
But alas, the moment past
And again I was dead

An unfeeling
Mass of flesh,
An empty heart,
Dry, sightless eyes.

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A string snaps,
Pandemonium strikes.

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Storms rage,
Oceans ravage,
Skies echo
Wailing winds.

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The throat chokes,
Heart bleeds,
Head screams,
Eyes weep.

Today I have a feeling that's hard to describe,
But if I could in one word, I would say:
Alive

Raise up the fever,
The fire's fuel gives notice.
Evoke the blast furnace,
Stoke the firebox.

Florescent lamps aglow,
Ignite the livid beacon.
Absorb the flashing candle,
Spark the inner light.

They say however long the relationship was is how long it'll take you to get over it
So even if I break up with my self hatred today
I'll be 35
Before I'm okay

Years ago I once thought
To show inside I ought to change
Hair, clothes, friends and arrange
Lips for words strange but typical
To music's whimsical
Lyrics, syllables rhyme over
Fresh beats, to get closer,
Proving I am no poser. Blood
Passed through history floods
Veins unfelt, stuck like mud, I strive
To feel my black alive.