Griming the sane

Ample desire  
perusing the fire
With psychosis griming the sane
Images spent
Will never relent
We’re the tempest devoid of the rain
 
Nonsensical drive
In what keeps me alive
My pain, simply masked with a grin
Yesterday’s fraught
With the things I have bought
Mania: a fantastical sin
 
We’re up; we are down
We are longing to drown
Ideation has sampled thy visions
Plagued with ill-thought
Alive while we rot  
No sutures to close my incisions