detox

Paranoia slips through the cracks
Wafting like a sickly fog
Settling on my skin.
The inside of my cheek is rough
From incessant teeth
As I melt from the inside out.

Sudden realizations
Sound the alarm that I exist,
And the disarray
Of all I've done
Greets me coldly
From the shadows of days lost.

Caught in a mirage of memories
That feel like only dreams,
As they melt into the work week
And the comatose escape
Of sleep just as troubling.

This high speed chase
Caught in slow motion
Boasting it's glory
Before the blur
Steals the shine.

Charitable smiles
Seem to mock me,
And loving words come
As pretty lies.
Imagined whispers scheming
A grand holy war
I must be fighting.

Like wrestling with angels
And speaking to demons,
But twas only the shadows
That dance on these walls.
They seem to leap
Toward the mirror.
Go home, Devil.
Go home.