EXPIRED, no money in the meter.

I wrote my last poem before i went mad,    
Like that red haired guy that cut off his ear.  
All the words got tangled, i couldn’t breathe,    
choking on words never conceived.    
I vomited a sentence staining a page,    
ugly,    
darkness,    
hello new rage.    
No one could save me from my own skin,    
If I believed in god this would be a sin.    
She created a monster, she never really knew,    
who surfaced after years,    
from the blackness and gloom.    
Starring in the mirror, no one looking back at me,    
whats a reflection,    
when you can’t even see.    
This path i took of lust and desire,    
Time Expired.