Cauldron Born

Hallucination never dies

Cauldron Born


Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia The dirt 
has begun to breathe Cries of a phantom infant tease 
and torment a dying mind Held down in profanation 
Subjugation of the senses Pushing pins in her eyes 
Pushing pins in her eyes She never sleeps 
Hallucination never dies