• Although i am insane
    Thoughts, words, fantasies
    Mingle upon gruesome bloody thoughts
    I cant help but want the feel of the blood running
    Down my chest .

    In the dark alleys of my mind
    They run about.
    Sometimes lost, sometimes found.
    Sometimes emerging faintly through the dark
    Sometimes vanishing in thin air.
    They emerge, only to half-disappear.
    Only the sounds of laughter left behind,
    Perhaps tiny footprints here and there.

    As I sit to recreate these
    In dark silent dead nights
    On blank non-reflective sheets
    Less than half-the-words stare up-

    Rest are lost beyond recovery
    In the dark alleys of my mind

    Look at it from my perspective
    Think in the eyes of a criminal
    His thoughts are deep
    His words scare you
    Is it real