Spinning off a carousel,
Through crystal corridors I fell,
Sadistic games of show and tell
Sketch my pains, relay my hells
Splatter me to smithereens
Smother me in liquid dreams
Engulf my being in kerosene,
Licks of nitro glycerine.
Comfort in familiar voids
No safety net, iron lungs destroyed
With these fragile frames I’ve toyed,
On these deadened seas I’m buoyed.
Pondering these horror scenes
Of manic lives and broken seams
Reason found by any means
Making sense of scattered beams.
Existing always in two states
A pull to death or to create
What we love and what we hate
Dual landscapes to navigate.
Bleed my passions to this page,
Let pour out the love and rage,
Stand firm when the floodgates flow
Through these downpours we must grow.