Insidious fouls wrought,
From faint cries within. Ruptured veins remind us,
What has to evade.
Leap into what appears to be sanity.
Immune to sleep,
Daunted by what used to be dreams.
Isles of monotonous bore Wades to something,
That supposed thing unhinges,
Distorts the reckoned senses.
Longing for the sense to cherish
I clung to what is left.
The remnants simply disintegrate.
I am bombarded by The Thoughtful and Thoughtless.
The faint cries, now relentless screams,
When will I wake up?
Created: Apr 15, 2012visceralheed Document Media