"kenseiyl" poems
Twistid Fantasy
Can I just plead temporary insanity?
A misfire within my brainwaves.
Sometimes I distort my own reality
You can't imagine all the wicked things I see.
There's a demon that hides inside you and I
Crawling beneath our flesh,
Screaming out its plan to escape.
Blare the music louder,
if it works.
Drowning out the voices,
That try to guide you,
'this way.' 'no that'
Pull at the heart and soul, rip it to shreds
There it is, you hear it again?
Tellin you you're better off dead.
Might as well, it wouldn't matter anyway
Lick the tip, a .357 magnum.
Click, click BOOM
You hear the laugher,
It fades to black, and its over right?
Na, its just;
temporary insanity,
I'll fight it off again tonight.
Rayne Kenseiyl
January 25, 2016
Day 13, I'm still alive.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC