Ill Conceived

A free verse poem done in the dark...

(free verse poem)

I am assailed by dark fancies,
I am drunken at the abyss of memories,
Blacken insanity,
The soul reeks of damnation.
Glorify in this magnificent madness,

I love it so.
For I am a gentle but wicked child,
sweetly tender and wild.
Do you not know what lurks in your soul?

I do.

It will sometimes take over.
You will never understand as it drops
from the eaves of heaven into the heart.
The palpitations of hellish repetition,
echoes within a diseased mind.

We poison the body to enhance awareness,
to focus and feel safely numb.
Run in your little hamster wheel,
you pointless bitch.

Sticky sweet temptations dripping
from the muses spoon.
Lick the forbidden nectar of insanity as
you get sick from the bitter aftertaste.

We are nothing but broken shards of
a fragmented, mirror like entity we
call "God".

Where am I???

Will you find peace, then forsake it
on the basis of boredom?

With so much to learn,
please forgive me these indescretions
of a polluted mind.

Are we not all products of an ill
conceived society?