Painkiller

pinch
a lump of black hollowness
knotting into a noose within
burning hot ears
skin peeling
from the mocking air
i am being watched
can they see me?
bones turning into glass
can they see inside
rush.. flight
go home
shut the door
dig yourself a bed
bury yourself inside
burst
can they still hear me?
i can hear myself
i am the actor
i am the audience
i split
i cease to be
i cease to feel
to be or to see?
sorrow dies thus
a staged death