Kept on a leash of normality
It tethered on the inside,
Neither half full, but simmering
On the outer reaches,
Lucid,
Confused,
Cramps
Of what behaviour was meant to bleed
From my inner self. I had another
Voice in the cracks I was told of what
Was howling at the thoughts I was broken.
Myself had different shades inside,
My demons were surfacing, showing
Obscurity,
Haemorrhaging
Multiplex
Of thoughts cascading, curtains were
Pulled from my shattered perception
Arguing within myself spoken words
Into thin air, I spoke, their voices.
Even though mine was the only one that
Was spoken out.
My insides were spilling out, it was
Do,
Die,
Drown
In the war of thought and words.
My inner demons were liquid escaping a **fractured shell.