Caught in a mirage
Never ending, never ceasing
Parched throat thirsting
For that sweet illusion
A silent empty vessel
Adrift in the ocean of dreams
Taken back to the past
Away from these hellish scenes

The poet writes
with no pause and no rest
in the vain hopes to finish
his works in due time
as he stares at his canvas which was
a sheet of innocence
now tainted by shades of black
that has since lost the ability
to reflect that which is inside
leading him to question how
he fell this far
to writing to cater to
a crowd of sheep
praying for a chance for himself
to finally,
breathe

He was closed
In a gray concrete cage
Scents of smoke and metal wafted
Mixing with the aroma of stale bread
Drifting from the nearby bakery
Gazing around he tries to find
Something human
Something alive
But finds naught but mannequins
Cleverly crafted to be a perfect mimicry
But behind those windows lay no soul
Even he felt as if he was losing himself
He turned to those windows that still reflected
Who he was
Seeing his soul in the distance
But he cannot he must not he should not
Or perhaps he dare not
No longer however as he steeled himself
Leaping out to regain what he had lost
To bring a full stop to the agony
But alas all he found
At the end of the road
Was a
Comma

Plastic perfection
Man-made nature
A constructed reality
My dreaded heaven

Insanity
What exactly is insanity?
The state of mental decline?
Then the lucidity of the insane
Must be some sort of twisted miracle.
Perhaps insanity means nought more
Than being the odd one out in a hive mind.
Being sane in a sanatorium then
Is he sane or insane?
Perhaps the very thought that he may be sane
Is proof of insanity
We may never know

I call
But no one answers.
An echo
Through the caverns
Of my wounded heart.
Prayers falling on deaf ears
A never-ending penance
A never-coming deliverance

Mirror mirror, on the wall
I pray, do tell me who I am
Am I man or monster?
I cannot tell.
Not from those blurred reflections.
Not from your simpering smile.
Not from your howls into the night
As you mar yourself with maroon.
Pray do tell me who I am
Before I forget who I am.