disturbed by madness created
by someone other than i.
furiously taken and shaken
by the tears i have to cry.

there's a hole in the wall and
it's created by me.
punched as a sign of relief
it's not happening for me.

terrible this thing that lingers
inside and i cannot escape.
the  damaged delight has taken
many forms and triangle shapes.

stand hand and hand with the
devil if he's not willing to go.
he's directing the steps i take
pulling me closer more and more.