Unhinge The Rivoted Brass Handle

  
Tell of your world where fowers grow  
without fragrance  
and words are spoken without color  
 
The life you've made with the stirring  
of ants who have made your mind their home   
   
Creating  a masterpiece they beg you to navigate some lost horizon where they wear the crowns  
of kings.   
   
Drops of champagne tear from your sleepy eyes then  dried into crystal dust  
stored in your pockets  as keepsakes  
with various fake gems  
 
On the  brink  
of insanity where  
consciousness is safe behind a tarnished  
brass door
  
Memories  cannot escape the dark dank basement thoughts sprawled out, perched in corners, hung  
from rafters, that drip   
wet secrets sopped up with flaccid skin  

Burnt, branded, infected shoe prints  
on soft new brain cells denied growth  scream 
under moldy dust that settles. 
  
The comforting stench of your dungeon  
painted pastel colors conceal the alternative  
 deeds you have chosen   

 Ingesting negative energy that promotes  
power within   
 
Your gorgeous smile dragging me along  
for entertainment   
 
Roiled, nettled,  
and stung perceived  
as naught    
Your world  
where I am ostracised 
blackballed,   
An ego stroking stimulus within your   
intended dominion  
of self imposed   
monarchy  
 
 Palsied to wretch  
 in my own mouth  
would take precedence   
over any collaboration
with you
 
To be in accord with such behavior is    
detestable,  
 
Release these ties  
that bind   
You  make dirty  
my spirit