The shallow depths of madness

Heaven and hell I am betwixt,
Floating along this river Styx,


Its icy waters silence my tongue,
Its fiery embers burn my lungs,


Light is fading, darkness abound,
In its depths I’ll surly drown,


Conflicting thoughts of a maddened youth,
Where lies are sweet and bitter the truth,


Planets fall when stars align,
Knotted threads of fate intertwine,


Burden the speaker of these fragile words,
They are but chains on flightless birds,


Fight fire with fir, the world will burn; consumed in its regrets
The flame must die, torch fade away; for only hopelessness it begets,


Rage against the current to reach this accursed plutonian shore,
Where speech unchained, no thoughts constrained; secrets freely doth outpour,


A butterfly with broken wings, from the ribbed cage so forth it crawled,
Ink-en words of love and hate, in thine blood were softly scrawled,


Although my lungs fill with shallow breath, I fear as though I’m dead,
Tis folly of thou to claim such thoughts, so say these voices in my head,


Sanity slips and shakes, cracks and breaks; violently it contorts,
Under pressure its fibers snap and splinter; as reality fractures and distorts,


I burn these antiquated thoughts, of truth and love to keep me warm,
As scar tissue ice climbs these lesions, and the body that they adorn,


My crimson compass upon my sleeve, stripped away by tempests gale,
Lost in this forsaken place, my sleepless nights requesting guidance are still to no avail,


For the one I was, I dread is gone forever; in his memory I lament,
His replacement now a mere shadow who I fear is devil sent,


My will is far and fading, yet apathy is danger close,
Dare I end this manuscript here and now, in fear of being too verbose,


Upon this field of pages, of words I do writ; are seeds that I doth sew,
It harvest safe for these thoughts damned; untouched by raven or crow,


Abandon ye light all whom enter here, for only this void you will find,
With angels of a bleeding heart, come with it wicked demons of the mind,


Thoughts and feelings scribbled upon thine paper, words haphazardly arranged,
Account my transgressions, my sign confession, thy reasons I’m empty and estranged,


This place familiar, yet new and unknown; its places dark and hollow,
I dare not leave it, in fear that if I do; this contagious plague of sickness will surly follow,


Until I am free, alone I will be, forlorn and forgotten, lone and left to wander,
Its twisting halls, and subterranean crypts, so magical and yet so somber,


Endlessly looking, forever peeking, always watching, eternally seeking; desperately trying to find,
The key to my salvation, of my wrongful incarceration, from this prison of body, soul, heart and mind.