This poetry is dangerous

This poetry is Dangerous
It's revealing parts of my brain
that I can't contain  
Blurring the line between sane
..And more then sane.
 
When you think about your life
In this rhythmic perspective
We create our own definitions of this  
Life we've been blessed with
Meddled and messed with

Definitions that can not be tested.
 
Only further investigated..
 
I'm at the point in my write where times faded
I'm floating in my mental womb
My attention spans degraded
There's no focus I can consume
No food for thought
Life lessons worth learning
Can never be brought.
 
To many, this glorious way of communication
Is a means of therapeutic relief
And relaxation  
A way to locate inner daemons and wake them.
 
Be careful
Know that once they have been aggravated
Daemons seen through rhymes eye can be easily exaggerated  
But if your lucky
Soothing lullabies leave daemons sedated.
 
So next time you go to write a verse
Remember  
Your last poem is just a twisted version of your first.