the frail status of a psychotic’s mind
paranoid gaze of a heroin addict
nervous shaking of a lifetime gone wrong
scratchy destruction of a dark lover’s song
what surprises still lurk in his attic
blood smeared across the kitchen floor
trailing off into the white carpet
crosses turned upside down upon the walls
tears pour out everywhere like salty waterfalls
friends and family wont have a part of it
the swirling mass compiled within a life
deconstructing everything once believed to be correct
erasing doubts that we’ll get anywhere soon
engraving so early the words on our tomb
spreading to you all the virus we habitually infect
the doors have been closed
at the end of the road
the light has been extinguished
life lines have now been finished
we have all been left cold
will the skin peel back
or crackle away
will we be reborn
or vanish through decay