PSYCHED UP

Slowly driven insane

By scrawling my initials into every wall’s 

Planes,
Though they stare back at the

Madness

They call by God’s name

Those shrinking pupils leave me squirming

Searching for my own maker’s 

Life-assuring thrum within cramping veins,
Unzipped the body I wear as a suit

And heaved in a storm

As its weight dragged

Resentment

Below fish’ silent

Exhales,
Haunted by nightmares

That whisper of carniverous encounters

With Nirvana’s hazy glow

As I rest

Backed up against

Another sleazy wall,
I’ve missed the heady taste

Of Insanity’s

Insatiable thirst for the marrow

Cooking bones’ roughness

And the addictive heat of blabbering mouth’s

Rapidness.

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