My thoughts were witnessed as if they were
an abomination, grotesque to reside in others
perception. Shuffled senses were as if a brick
had shattered their windows to sensible speculation.

But I tethered on a precipice exacerbated by
my degrading sanity gangly and emaciated
were each perceived reasoning. Could my
beleaguered conciseness endure much more.

The undue carnage that had ascended from
My subconscious to my higher realization that
I was plaguing others into descending delirium
with what I was uttering in white noise.

Superlative were my conceived and lucid gifts
to others. Their realization that I was authentic,
grifting out of them sanity in exchange for a mind
now free collapsing like a black hole consuming thought.