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Inner working of my insanity you know well.
green fairy cube of sugar over ice water
its tender journey  few  need to undersand.

So you travle a abstract road and bury your soul
underneath the ice.
Cold in hell beauthy in darkness veils of sanity but
velvet embers of a  strange haunting scene.

It is the curse and i the moth to it's flame.
death of tommorows cast visions of a oceans sound.
I am but a leaf cast over dark waters never struggle just drift.

In history I travle speaking in tones surreal to my ear.
if so shall i slip will insanity be but a moment fractured in dream.
Screams in a far off space so distant from mine.
No pain exists here for im gone in form.

A painting in a stars t moon cast scenes erased by light.
Where i go none should follow for the price is
only for the distant in thought to pay.
Emptyness cascades in the past so for now here i yern only to
stay.

Green in light wormwoods fire sweet in bliss.
No path is ever set.
Tragedy in play i cast no regrets apon my stage.

A ear in respect a razor in hand.
I slice into  a faint glimmer no pain shall I understand
nights cloak the dawn days cast stories unwritten.

In genius we find insanitys child.
Broken glass cuts clear my moments are chipped
as of stone.
Time knows me not for i am but speck in a waters fall.

Nightmares and my destined  fate.
Kissed of vemon.
She in madness hold's open the path  to
my  visions gate.

Between death and dream insanity and a razors gleam.
From the darkest space does my page bleed to write.
Will you **** my thought only glorify the loss of mind.
In the drinks madness my genius I shall never yern to find.
Within a mind there are many dark visions
often ignored.
Oh how fools can pity me
For they can not know
Of into which sadness I flee
Of those dark shadows I go

If they dare, sought me out
They know not what they find
From the terror of midnights' shout
Buried forever within insanitys' mind

I will take to the grave my sorrow
Even in Death I am never free
Condemned to rot in somewhere hollow
Where the fools can pity me
Copyright Chris Smith 2014
ajit peter Feb 2014
Watching the tick of clock
seconds turn minutes and mock
thoughts storm in a dimensions lock
yet thou try its occurence to block

awaiting  the dawn the clock hand tick
star lights still with longer blink
or doth the eye hath a longer wink
soul in time in thoughts sink

Unknown path in life by destinys hand
in the dark in unknown sleepless land
would answers be found in hourglass sand
sleepless nights in insanitys land
sepent hands
insanitys glance
we wont dance
our art
has
inert
hands
watch me
glowing
take
this
kiss
it
demands
watch them
serpent hands
?
















...
..
.
help me
...
..
.
that apricot


a pric ot

ap rico t

a pric o t

was that for me
or everyone
in
be
tween


was this something of an test
she told her lover
he put his
hands
on
her
shoulders

she has been reading me
he has been reading me
he don't know what she knows
when he figures out what she knows
it may be to late
your midnight
calls


hear me answer
never believe
me
answers

we have found meaning

we have found the meaning
of
this
thing
called
life
it
was
made


Apricot
Peeling
f­oRce feeding
Insanitys
Crying
Out
T
s
?






...
..
.
has he gone
...
..
.

— The End —