Incredible

Remarkable, how I
can fake and feign.

While every vein
in my strong body

is throbbing with
undying, reluctant,

and searing dark insane.

Rendered completely
useless.

Writhing and writing
in bed;

Laying down proves,
not everything is

completely fruitless.

Still, no hasty incisions; yet,
poor luck will soon follow-

demanding, too damned and
impatient decisions, to be met.

The first hollowed
and then kept.

Trapped in
this wretched body
of mine.

A mimed bell jar.

Constantly waiting, from afar.

Patiently waiting,
for a miracle
to pass my clouded and
cursed time

to my unexpected and
twisted kind.