Cake
 

Battered cake mix ripping accross your chest
tearing away the dillsionment that lays nestled under the bone,
hiding within the circles of jelled marrow and shredded fibers,
holes and peeks of truth fleeding from the scrapes and burns of the intestinal track.
always misleading and tempered it comes to a boil.
one haunted fragment of skin folded around the empty hollow shoots of bone
screaming forward into the blood streem.
angered muscles no longer able to tighten but instead forced to lay there motionless and docile, keeping inside of them the pure rage and anxiety.
thrown over into the ocean ,boiling and sufficating, the chest rises and is covered with glaze and frosting.
flocks of vultures that have no right to fly or gather
come to your rescue to feast and devour every tasty sprinkle that marks the landing of your flight,
once again you are turnd on to 360 to spin endlesly untill the soul rises.

That was interesting, scared me, liked the end line though " once again you are turned on to a 360 to spin endlessly until the soul rises".

Rhanks cybersharp , Didn t mean to scare ya :)