Brush With Insanity

 

dress her in cloaks of nervous movements,
my alter ego,
the perception of me,  
a victim as I stand mockingly snickering behind her holding the knife I avenge her with.

Survival is the object of my infliction,

The reasoning in my unledgable scrawl on the walls where my mind is held in solitary confinement.

These four padded walls bouncing my thoughts around like hockey pucks,

not one clear destination in the words,

but they are known,
they shake my body in this corner,
rock me in my troubles...
no sleep
Back and forth.

Trim the hairs from my eyes to see the truth that lies in tears...

Miss placed eyes.

Correct this error in my name,
The coinciding lettering that follows my birth right.
The wrong sight of mind, the burrowed obsession that comes to hide in my sanity,
Madly, deeply I kiss the rage cutting the lips of my antics.

Reprieve....

Cold handed...the unrelenting screams that cut the night air, the sound I find peace in cradling too my chest.

Are you there??

Asked to those that lay claim too side with my incompetent indecision.

Answer me silence, embrace me in truth, fondle my ignorance in the frigid lonely that knows my doorstep nightly.

Trembling...

These hands of time hold to my throat,
Burning in this trial...
Fate is clearer in this breaking...

Brewing
Stiring

Insanity clutches my voice,
empowering it with each quenching,
Thrusting it forward with each sliver of touch.
It be a unrelenting lover leaving me aching for the next brush of skin upon...

Bone...

Limited by the cursing, unraveled from a web of burdens, I scream for you silence...

Reprieve from this screaming of mind, a break from the back and forth thoughts mocking my indirect orders to take place in a poem, a page.

Loving I am to my tender parts, freeing them to sway in tongued empowerment, permitting them fondle insanity to the brink...

Release...

Whisper...
I love you...

Fuck You....

Insanity oh how I long now for you to imprison me in your illusions...

To trouble my doorstep in your indecision

Cloak me in red
Bed me and fuck me to edge!

Sleep my lover..with my thoughts...

I get no rest... to you, but you...

Only use me.

But i can bare to be held in your falsehoods...

Bare to brush my questions to your many lies in answer.

Why won't you answer?

Are you there?