The Side-Effects of Living

I am an empty shell in the form
of a live carcass hosted by several entities.
The flesh inside this body is a pile of pulsating red meat
inedible to the stomach of a madman.

The crimson blood that streams through this body
is disgustingly hot around my organs
and cold all over my skin;
crusting, brown, and beautiful.

The core that is the heart in which brings this shell
some form of life feels neither dead nor alive,
in which the rhythm counts down the seconds
until I am no longer existing.

My brain is the dysfunction of conscious revelations
that confuses me and makes me,
the organ that is best considered to be
my own downfall, saviour, and enemy.

The entities that battle within me
are in constant hostile, fighting
to hide and resurface
the peak of sanity I find to be temporary.

I see the world around me that is full of irritating colours
that I blanket with grey, people functioning
like caged animals brainwashed with
a false sense of freedom they indulge and force on others.

My empty shell meanders this realm
dreaming while dreaming,
sometimes wondering
what it feels like to be saved.