Look

I see images
Far away from personal space
Hiding in the shadows.
The corner of my eye
Feels movement,
Natural reflexes spin wildly,
On sighted
A shape
Transforms with haste
Back to benign.

Something insidious is watching
Rousing my senses
Alerting my suspicions.
Paranoia becomes a suspect
Though clean living proves
The mind is all powerful and complex
When left to wander freely
And without forced encouragement.

When will the process erupt
From viewing shapes
To hearing voices,
I’m scared I’ll answer
Scared of its suggestions
Of convincing me to believe
They exist in life not just my reality.
I see images elevate back from the dead
Convincing my mind
It’s not just, all in my head

Ascending

Colluding to time and age
Acting Complicit, dimming the rage,
The fist of anger and damnation
Slamming down, smashing shame
With frustration,
No sleep interrupts constant processing
Of survival,
Plan A plays out to normality and failure
Premature death subscribes maps to the mind,
Once written that’s where pain lies,
Blood behind the eyes
Talking blind,

Mumble of a foreign language
Where demons understand the cry
Of a fallen Angel,
No more to question why,
Give in lawfully to the bonds
That seek havens of wrist and foot,
Just change my love, easier to submerge
With the thorns,
Accept crown of horns,
Release pain, succumb to relief,
Let eyes view stars that dance in the mist,
Sleep my dear, and life will seep
Like falling blood purifying the wrist.

Doppelganger

Out of body experiences doubt my existence
Feeling in limbo, questioning propaganda
Choices agreed but not remembered
Losing sanity slowly to a doppelganger

Familiar face reflects my smile
Eyes deep of black radiating trouble
Words speaks my voice to society’s nods
I’m the only conscience, seeing this flawed double

Mind stays guarded from being watched
In my dreams his courage grows to speak
Explains my character will be invaded
Though if he bleeds I bleed

Only in the mirror I can ask for mercy
The answer sincerely will be the same
That my tainted fracture soul will soon vanish
And only my demon, will remain.

Cleansing

Giant footsteps brings me close
To the running water of gold
An endless stream of choice
Where life can be brought and sold.

My face turned stagnant in the waves
Tell me, am I me still?
Drowning alive has withdrawn my face
My reflection sizing up the kill.

Sinking as a dropping stone
Forever laid alive and cold
Wash away the sins I’ve made
My saviour this running water of gold.

Burdened

While sanity meanders
Character is subjected to slanders
Years afraid of lies once said
Sits quiet as physicality deflates to dead

Please my dear, Don’t be afraid
When it’s made,
The bed of the departed
Set and warm,
Lay down as eternity beckons
Crossing arms for forever seconds

Shoulder weight lifts
As responsibility shifts,
To the air
The burdened fatally shared
Promises spoken by the mouth of her
Deadly silent defines the breath is over

No more clashes as substance becomes ashes,
Tears and sadness as silence reaks
Chaos lives while the devil speaks,
With him she shares a fitted box
Relief and confusion as no more she knocks.

Where we Belong

No-one speaks of the son
The true pick pocket of the mind
The embezzler of certainty
Who mocks the deaf and blind

Though master keeps the throne
The aire runs the house
Faceless threat of the scare dimension
Who strung his kids and spouse

Escape never earned
No retreat, only forward
Scarring for the returned
Whipping for a coward

As mortal life is sucked
You die imagining of fairy tales
Reality smells of torture
Of crucifixion from rusty nails

Death bed made in plain sight
Implants dreams of no tomorrow
Sleep tight on pools of blood
A grave so deep and shallow.

Star Gazing

I won’t believe in heaven
Though I believe in Hell
The only thing that keeps the madness away.
My mind is open
To any misinterpretation
A haven for Demons to play

Once I was born
The personality imprint
Became damned and tainted.
Face a blank canvas
An expression of confusion
With a scream half drawn and painted.

Followed the crowd
Of youth and pollution
A gang formed by the easily led.
Convinced by the voices
That while I’m alive
My thoughts are better unsaid.