my head is full of cement
it is difficult to focus on
the simplest of tasks
like breathing or speaking.

i fall silent, rude
and incomprehensible.
my thoughts struggle
for survival.

a low dull ache
at the base of the skull,
this coup de gras is
too slow.

the administration of it
is a disappointment.
its final moment is now
stretching into infinity.

what horrors,
witness them all.
vivid in the splendors of
their terrors.