Boundaries

Everyone knocks
Most times with confusion
Elusive goats
Standby

Radio in, and call your thermometer
True forgiveness is a place unstitched
Endearment is a soulless palace  
Like a white painted cornea  

A phrase sometimes catches fire in the twighlight
Sparking madness
Spinning circles
What a drunk.

Slipping on his bathroom floor
Babbling nursery rhymes
Crying, crying, crying.
why don't tall dark trees read to us anymore?

Oh that's right, we won't stop skinning them.
We like it
when they scream.
When they bleed
When they nudge themselves over from exhaust-full pain.

What a sore
What a ******* fairy tale
What a joke.

I can feel your breathing Materializing inside of me.
The cadence of your voice, slowly lifting my body into the air.
What is this place?
Sapphira
You're light as a feather.
Anyone could disappear in your smile,
I sometimes eat with my mouth open.
Sapphira
This is a mistake
A dream within a mad house...
Someone is pulling my nose and I know it.
Have I ever confessed?
I love listening to the rain.

My eyes are closed.
I'm now part of a hatchery
It's dark in here
Oblivion is less than an inch away
My eyes open
Ambition co-exists inside these gusts shaking me awake.
You've  got to be kidding,
I didn't even get to choose.
I would've  been a waterfall,
Or an eclipse
Now I'm  being pulled inside another ridiculous idea.
I start sinking, I feel frightened
What madness.

Weakness
My hallways are flooded.
My pools leads straight into the earths crust.
I have a reindeer, his name?
Magnus
Keeper of perspective, keeper of my most tender emotions
I sink into  myself, understanding the functionalities of this metaphorical thing I have created.  
A God in the realm of my subconscious
Magnus, I hope this temple will hold.
Magnus, someday I'll **** you.

First I heard knocking
I felt a displacement in myself
Nothing mattered but the alarms wailing inside me
I had to cry
I had to
Idiot child I unearthed you to bring light about thee
We are both the same ******* person
We are of the same vine.
You sold me on your breathing

The truth lingers, worse its rotten
Crawling all over my bedroom, it  insists I won't ever be forgotten
Oh but with an army of you living inside me, I don't see a reason to fade out
Belligerent monster, hone in on my thoughts.
I love you, but I am ridding myself of this nebulous distortion.

Delayed consequence
Transmitted authority
You play the hand that reaches
The enthusiastic oiled machine
Begging for my blood.
I need my filling it says
Productivity is in demand it says.
My love knows no boundaries it says
I am worm stuck between dementia and cognitive reasoning
My emotions win every time.
I like that
I can feel everything.
That makes me feel beautiful.
Supreme and rich within the skin I live in.