descending into madness
Its radiating through my body...
Beat down the walls that bind me
Beat down the people who control me...
Finished with ink stained hands
smearing elusions onto faces...
MY DEMON KING
I sense you standing near...
A crotchety cantina hosts a
Malevolent, fetish night...
She reads the text for the 10th time:
"Room 18...
When a song is playing; the one that takes you...
To a place where being...
My head groans
as the world spins in the rhythm...
Freely pilfering through worn pages
Ink haphazardly scrawled...
I set myself
upon myself...
Late at night, after twilight's final courtsy
the heart can sink, like a weighted anchor...
Momma, Do you think I'm insane?
Or Do I run round in circles...