What is this life?

Tearing brand new holes in spun flesh
Mind-altering prophetic crusade of doom
Nothing ever seals the room off completely
Gloom pervades each orifice, cackling aloud
With an uncanny knack for the spectacular

Mangled wights and emaciated puppets we can be
Forever blinded in the dark nooks of the mind's craw
Becoming tattered unstuffed wits sacked and junked
Shattering rays of hope, denying the matter of actuality
Glued to ounces of thought growing stronger in hours

I can also live a thousand fates
Crumpled into a muted ball
Ominously disappearing into myself

Some pastimes liberate the spirit
In hearing the music vary
Note by note
I do too
Changing and moving along with it.