Torrents of Insanity

Bum rushed by apparitions that
speak snow flakes and carry cigarette  
burns, muses of abuses, smoother
than the inner thigh of Lilith
 
Such demons dragging me into
Dystopia, a stone’s throw from never
again, her legs pour over my shoulders  
torrents of lava flowing down into my soul
 
I try to fuck away the agony  
as each thrust buries a nail in my
crucifixion, pierce me that I might shit
the blasphemies of a mother’s womb
 
Face me to the north so I can
witness the rise and fall of gods  
and men, her cunt bleeds apathy and
pain that I will drink forever  

 
In the broken mirror of the mind,
distorted reflections dance,
echoes of laughter and tears,
in a sea of ​​dreams and hopes.
 
Colors that scream in silence,
shapes that disappear into the air.
reality dissolves
in a whirlwind of non-places.
 
Words that are lost in the wind.
Verses that never meet.
Logic bends and breaks
in the torrents of insanity.
 
And in the chaos, beauty emerges
like a flower in the desert.
The soul finds its freedom
in the depths of the uncertain.