I thought I could escape the dark
addiction inside my mind, like
all the drug and *** addicts in time,
lounging around behind closed
doors blazing a blunt to suppress
my inner thoughts, trying to find
my way in a room of grinning smiles.
There was a ghostly depiction crowding
my escape, the way it sunk inside
my strange shattering soul, letting its
creepy creation brainwash my frame,
letting its ragged surface crumble
my sweet escape.  I could feel the
pressure amplifying inside my diminishing
eyes, lost in empty worlds, conflicted,
torn, diverging between sexuality
and truth, existence and chemistry,
physics and philosophy, psychology
and physiology, all changing and tilting
in dangling rhymes.  I stared outside the
stained-glass window at the faded
faces passing my home in stranded
shadows, how the innocent lovers
walked in harmonious tunes across the
deep grey pavement, how the father
and son played basketball in such
exhilarating laughter, every part of
my heart sinking as I continued my gaze.  
There was a tangled rhyme inside
my leaking lips, blinded, silent,
swallowed in scarred crevices.  
As much as I wanted to escape
the pain inside inner being,
there was a strong sensation
pulling me back
into various worlds that
I could not let go.