• I feel like a fissure in perfection,
    A Nightmare that branches out in tiny cracks;
    Composed of imperfected words…
    I am the Flame consuming every pair of the Beholder’s Eyes,
    Turn away from my mask of Morbidity;
    Away from the Beauty hidden behind…
    My emotions consume me in a chaotic distortion,
    My body a complex puzzle;
    Missing all outer pieces…
    I’m incapable of waking,
    Of shaking free from a saturated security blanket;
    Made entirely from denial…

    Look at Me,
    I’m an Anthropomorphous mess;
    A Bastesian Mimicry…
    I’m a Daemoness composed of Cinder and Ire,
    Dragging my Kin across brimstone and fire;
    Writhing and churning with:
    -Annoyances-
    -Irritations-
    -Arguments-
    & Withered Dreams    …
    The people I love seem to be Monophagous,
    Feeding upon the splintered shards of happiness;
    Sealed away within my Ignescent Vitrine Heart…
    Their words rain down as friction matches,
    Falling upon gasoline soaked fuses;
    Igniting with the speed of chain-lightning…
    So with that withheld inside me like frozen glass bottle,
    I EXPLODE into a fragmentation bomb;
    Spewing acid off my forked tongue -
    Like a whale exhaling,
    Getting ready for its next breath…
    I am a Rag doll ballerina with a clothe over my eyes - I am blinded,
    With an open mouth - hiding serrated teeth…

    It’s when they say,
    “Every time you hit your head,
    and it hurts; your losing 10 brain cells.”
    That I begin to wonder;
    If I’m Brain-dead…
    For I have clashed heads with a reinforced steel and concrete wall,
    Many many times;
    And still it will not fall…
    I have come to need stitches and will never have learned my lesson,
    That I cannot change something that does not want to change itself willingly;
    But I know how to influence and I was taught:
    -That if I fall down-
    -to get back up-
    -and try AGAIN-
    -to never give up-
    Even if you’ve been given up on…