I might have been a little crazy writing this, or insane could be a better description. Funny that when I wrote it I was high and drunk on love and very much afraid at the same time. Two worlds colliding and leaving in their wake devastation. Or maybe should just have you read and judge, all I do is write whatever comes up.
In a maze of answers
the questions haunt me
have me loose my direction
moving forward I search of an exit
that is hidden by the entrance.
The war in my head
is a struggle of equals
with no chance of fighting back
hitting hard with broken sword
on clutched tight, dented shield.
A silence deafening
between strokes of keys
force me to retreat and listen
to the voice screaming loudly
in the back of an echoing skull.
Two halves torn apart
held together by praying hands
being a man getting stitched whole
soaked in liquid burning warm
numbing pain and sufferings.
In the insanity of madness
lies chaos as its only harmony
making sense of my pandemonium
lifeless jumble of flesh and bones
taking flight on a spark of love.