I fell through a crack
In my own self conscious
And landed in that place
Where the ego launches
Misguided missiles
Of intentions unknown
Into those far-flung realities
Outside of any known zone

In those concentric orbits
I found a unified vision
Where any truth I've accepted
Now leads to a pending collision
Of acceptance or exclusion
Far beyond the realm of reason
Is the dimension of expanding doubt
Where Universal doubt executes truth for treason

And all relative reality collapses
Like a pinpricked balloon
To be absorbed into the maelstrom
Torrential meteors slamming into the Moon
No longer to be free roaming projectiles
The occasional visitors ,visions or omens in the night
But a contusion seen for millennium's by those
Thinking beyond Earthbound realities by seeing the Moon as more than just light

And fell through a crack in their own self conscious

I am self destructive when I carve stories on my legs.

Just a violent, selfish machine running strictly on no sleep.

My world is burning down around me like a house soaked in kerosene.

Yet I will go on and manage to conceal each and every scream.

I would say winter wasn't my month but then again neither was summer, fall, or spring.