"Kryptonite Inside"

In rage I lay my hand upon my face
And deeply slide the palm to left
To right my fingers twist in deformed grace.

I claw at docile flesh bereft
Of all restraint, in strange unrest.
An ugly feeling slowly blooms
Inhuman, cold, in leaden chest.

I've howled this pain at pasty moons
In past, sang songs of the Unknowns,
Was breathless with these eerie tunes.
Over lopsided lids
Strong is the eye orbits' gravity
Like satellites my fingertips
Obey the wicked pull and press at cavity.

A haunted whimper's lost on lips
Which I've wrung through and odd
Into a grin of no, no good.
Beneath the clay like skin, I search.

I mould my muscles, veins I fold,
From inside forth I sculpt and etch
Another, truer face,of monster, maybe God.

Ripened with rhapsody, and slow
Ballads of melody and courage,
Here lay the morbid morals
And angry supernovas
Here-
In the starlight
Of this dark mind