Right - Said - Fred. . . .

Every measly day
You have tried to
Integrate
To be nowhere
nothing
in yet another way..
I have tried for you
I have tried to be you.
Looking at mirrors in darkened rooms
Self advise whispering in imposing bounds,
skratching at my ears in DEAFENING sound
Opening my mind and running from games

~Opening my mind and losing it again..

Fitting in and dirtying yourself by association.
Half asleep so
they don't have to fear your
stirring paranoia, stewed degradation.
Psychotic laughter
beckoning forever after
mind exhausted,
but nothing ever sleeps..
Attaining an aura of menace and spirits
with the right forbidden phrase
who appear then - who appear when
whenever I say.

Darkness
was always
presumed to ensue.

And you will stand
there frozen -

You will stand there and forget - your love of
you..

YeSs, running 'round in circles
pointing their little baby fingers at me
Severed arms hit the floor as you
regain your rightful feelings..
..But in this old age
maybe you have begun to lose focus
your sense for appropriate subjects has
begun to slip and fade
'Cause
we embody schizophrenic contemplations

you and I

making monsters - -
where monsters shouldn't be made. . . .