Cell Blockage

Awakened to an internal inferno sparked by the friction of a poorly hinged jaw tailor made to gnaw through the splendid luxury afforded by sleep’s ignorant bliss and impregnate my brain with her unholy hell-spawn who laughs at reason and spurns sensible defense my only hope to interrupt this chemical chain reaction is to trade chain for link the exposed aggregate of letters (all but z) mushily flung to fill voids of sanity quite like the fingers of Dutch children but damn the river this is a prison built to keep secrets hidden while on display for all the world to see if only glimpsed as through pinholes in bedsheets ribbons of flesh appear as crimson silk, silent screams sing soothing songs and scorched souls smell surprisingly similar to coffee roasting

But speaking of souls, or maybe of devils, there was once a blue eyed one who said he supported

Whatever gets you through the night