shakin' awake to the sound of explosions in the dark a sky is filled with mind fucking blinding fight the ground upon which I stand is trembling against my nerves solidarity in angst acts against the plaguery flowing freely beyond down below gurgles between a mixture of hot and cold the venting here above is no less threatening a breathe through the toxins, is an apron against the dust in the distance there is no welcome, voices, whaling, terror radiance of burning piles on the ground like flairing strips in the sky overhead tears are only to whet my keen visions' drive to know where am I, what happened, such disaster, mutilation I know I've seen this in a dream before, and off I go terrible things of such joy have taken over once again I hold my reigns upon the carrying waves, like rock they flow like water they barricade, manny broken pieces to my crashing down at the ground I look beyond and through, closer does it appear hotter does my body burn as I burrow deep down into the infested shell of this corroding core of contemptuous writhing surrounding and vacant lancing about and lurking furtherwide, I came upon her flailing hair, embrues skin, laden temperement, and incinerating lust I have her, swollen, seething, embarring, intoxicated...deceased, we lurk.
I like your words, and the disparity in them. If it were me I might make use of the present tense of some your wordings, instead of so many "..ing's..". Like with, "..the ground upon which I stand is trembling against my nerves.." you could use, "the ground upon which I stand, trembles against my nerves". Just a thought.
