Visceral Insanity

Each one can fill a grab-bag torn and true
with shards of thought and fractured hue.
Bits of Vision's skull like porcelain dreams
scatter the ground with silent screams.

Brains drip colors grotesque and bright.
Fleeting ideas that burn through night.
Whatever flies out, a chaos of lore,
fragments of self, raw to the core.

Pieces unclaimed, yet aching to mend.
A puzzle of whispers, no clear end.
In every shred a story unfolds
a grab-bag of souls, daring and bold.