My Personal Storm

I crawl into the corner; the shadows are where I live now. I take the thin corners of the shady sheet and wrap myself in their warmth; this is how I grow in the darkness. All alone again. All coloured pills, a kaleidoscope of new hope. I can feel my heart beat, another one, another bump and my chest will rip ribs open and explode my love all over this room. Baptise my thoughts, can you please keep my head under a little longer. My pen is the tungsten tongue of my brain; these epileptic scribbles say it all, what a mess. I try and etch my pain, writing out my wounds but all I end up doing is drawing blood.

I am trying to tip the scale into my favour, this wait is never over. I stand and I sit, claw at my azure veins, there is something hibernating beyond the blood, it is too much to bare. I revere my reverie but always reverse over my venerated vernacular. I stomp around in my own personal storm, the cold wind blows, this son sucks too.  Your eyes can save me, douse this page in excellent accelerant, take in a breath of oxygen, drop my English lit, now witness a man on fire. I am running, I am running, lightening all around me, strike me down within each strike of my pencil.

I’ve learnt from my wrongs, no teaching me,

I could be wonderful sun-god,

I’m living on a different frequency,

I’ve come from the skies,

Insane knowledge lives deep in me,

Tear from my eyes my indecency,

Primal instincts run free within the streets,

Disrupting the cosmos,

Falling deep-deep in love,

Corrupted from the loss,

Let my hope-star fall from above,

So I can pick up the cost.

I’m an animal, just like you,

I can close my eyes and time-travel,

The minds baffled as a bouncing ball,

I climb and grapple over my nightmares shows,

Time to pick up my pride and fight alone,

We don’t need words where we’re going!

So strip yourself of your clothes and fears,

And join me in planet bowling,

Manic self-loathing and frantic words woven,

I’m jamming up traffic when I magically etch my soul’s sins.

Either on land or water,

I force my own lamb to the slaughter,

The damage won’t stop here,

This is my penance,

A few more days,

A couple more lies,

And I can have my vengeance,

Upon the world, including family and friends.

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