Nicks

Piers above crowd,
nicks take priority.
Sticky brushes plaster,
until its suffocated,
as a wound is.
Beaks naw, spit,
revelation and dirt.
Ripping apart this,
embodied self-destruction.
The circulatory system,
chokes on exhaust.
Poison bubbles to,
the very edge,
of perfect insanity.
Avert your eyes to Hell,
your stare echoes.