My Head

Cerebral ashes
constitute teh clay of my mind
and motivation molds and moves
the skin of the skull.

Sockets like key holes on coffins
cradle my soul’s sight.

Necromantic neorons glide
like ghosts in the light.
These neurotic niceties
burn the skin from within.

Fires of flesh warm
the frozen form,
melting memories and igniting limbs,
till the mind becomes a visceral volcano
oozing bloody water
and spurting smoldering embers.