Batshit Crazy

Into your wide open eyes I fall staring.

My voice drops lightly, 
octave by octave.

Holding onto the concrete edge…

of Insanity.

I pull down the veil as darkness ascends.

PASSION,

Clawing my throat open.

Pure...
Agonizing…

Relief?

My mouth, 
a graveyard rent…

Asunder.

Open your dead ears.

Trenches filled with Echoing…

Universal…

silence.

Ants continue to walk across the windowsill,

oblivious to my...RAGE!
My Pain!

My Hunger!

My Answer!

My death….

Spinning razors cut to the beginning.

The contractions of the soul.

Tight bands pressing through my brain…

dividing my thoughts in half...

and half again.

Can you hear the Raven’s call?

Can you see the Black Cowl smile?

Can you Know Peace?

…Not if you’re BATSHIT CRAZY!