Pumpkin head

I’ve had a good life With potential for more So why do I feel so tired Ready for that change to retire Bid farewell to the strife From the other ghostly shore. In my mind a conflict But my body’s psychotic. Grabbing a knife, my hands Follows my body which stands The keen edge of the blade Pointed tip at the iris it bade Goodnight then plunged in Tearing eye but stopping at the socket So the hands pull it out, sound of suction The knife attacks again like a rocket Pounding into the skull breaking the bone. My body want to leave my mind alone. Shattering the facial bones til the brain shown. Ripping it out the body crawled away Semi headless, a bloody, tatted, smashed face Like a pumpkin kicked in dangling uselessly. J. Niles