Smoke's Men

Trapped by smoke's men whirlpool...
which squeeze me out from the inside,
they explode my head temples
and surround my stomach with that
burning blue fire.

Trapped by smoke's men whirlpool...
which cover my fluids with convulsing
spasms and tint my fears with the
blood that, bubbling, flows outside
of me.

Trapped by smoke's men whirlpool...
which tie my entrails and pull out
my soul by the mental retchings of
the feelings.

Trapped by smoke's men whirlpool...
which dissect my eye's cover,
breaking the acid blink of my
sobs and aphonic weepings.