No comfort zone

The tearing winds ; uncalm sea
perceptions flames that singe.    
I felt no respite; its branding from within  
burned with a torch, no cold could douse  
trapped inside the padded cell.  
Genius that sings its Christmas times noel  
outside the door, in self so lonely dwell.  
Not partake the hearty feast;  
 Just gruel, inspirations jewel. satisfy its greed  
trapped in unholy soul.  
So torn and rent in discontent  
 arm wrestling with temperament  
the chalice floats just out of reach.    
A boiler that can never vent  
and Tourettes just not to repeat.  
Whatever artisan you are  
the demon's come and not depart.  
Arcing hurt, its light and dark.  
Standing on the chasm brink  
ever searching for your own vernacular  
the light its candle just a chink