Lost, misplaced adolescent sanity
Parasites of pretty dining
On a serotonin buzz
Rust
Aging peace of mind, relentlessly
analyzing minute subtleties
With pricey ink, rhyme
Turning thought into parodies
Staining photos with a milky film
Mirrors turning mind images
Into mirages
Potent, bitter with your poison.
Your syrupy sweet venom,
Pervading will-
Turning weak human reason
To damage - seeking treason

Rationalizing each patch
Of black and blue,
Patriotic to the danger of you,
You self-inflicted malady.
Because that is the nature
Of you, oh disease.
Oh dizzying force, so appealing
So easy,
Turning minds to war machines
Yet
bystanders,
simultaneously enveloped
in the same deranged form.
Denial in a package on your  
Doorstep.

Hell is my dwelling place.
What?
No.
No, I am happy here.