3 pages of gibberish distilled into a poem

I woke up this morning and screamed for a bit
burning like dwindling stars,
fire that Pandora stole from Prometheus and lost at the airport.
This is the switch that pops the blade
that triggers the monster
that swallowed the sun.
Cut the veins
Cut the wires
Cut the lines of communications
thoughts have become curdled
In the aftermath of mental culling

I woke up this morning and screamed for a bit
floating in ocean
King of empty
Lord of
Obsolescence
In the corner a windowless room
wallpaper faded
Humming songs that you can't entirely remember
making half assed attempts
drawing pictures
of shadows
of holocaust ghosts

I woke up this morning and screamed for a bit
Portrait of a war general
Water color memories of yellow and gray.
reflections of
Dreams of
Old friends left to shrivel
When the Stagnation comes
I can sit perfectly still
wipe these lips
of the remnants
of cancerous vomit.

I woke up this morning and screamed for a bit
Took off the blindfold
Removed the dagger from my back
Cutting and pasting
Swallowed
Brittle boned and waltzing
On the day of the dead
Skinless
Soulless
Chastising
wind spitting bitches and
Sons of narcissus

I woke up this morning and screamed for a bit
Warring with broken reflections
Doppelgänger stabs,
Puts on a dead man's shoes,
Parades around proudly
living your fiction.