What of the world in my head?
That world that flips, grows numb, my eyes are stapled open,
My hands are icy, my mind is running,
Down the streets, my mind flying above the little people in their own world’s.
Chests scream to release,
Eyes deny their commands,
Thoughts rouge, there but not there,
Like an alternative self, yet fully aware.
No mannerisms change just the mind.
The conceptual depiction of that lake, with trees surrounding every inch of the border, beautiful beach fronts. Yet darkness deep within the core, don’t swim too far baby. It’s not safe.
Madness, is not safe.
The loss of connection with people, places, things, humanity. Danger.
Danger. Breathe. Running, panting, all you can do to cope with the oddity is walk, move, run, scream, sing, cry, move.
For without movement, there is no change .
Simply a slide, a drag by the ahnkles into madness. That bittersweet addictive madness, the sweet call, dip a toe. Untill it grips you and crawls upon your limbs and mind, dragging, carrying you into the darkness.