born into this

infinitesimal and pure

poisoned by a mad world

absurd to think

of the impossibilities of chances

my nature nourishing my neurosis

till I am  metabolic soup

and all the worlds suffering

and Freud himself

wouldn’t be able

to untie the knot

the good parent

is the better liar

and life

was nothing

but gasoline

on the fire

all the worlds

a stage

like a prison

or a cage

this is why im full of rage

another page

unwritten

in an endless journal

of things i should have done

mistakes I have made

I wear  like a cross

where I crucify my own ego

hanging upside down

like a sword

to keep away

the psycic vampires

maybe I have gone a bit batty

but madness

has always been my monopoly

don’t come searching

for your sanity

on some splinters of truth

it’s not about your virtue

as much as my stunning

ability  to disconnect

while touching all things

like an essence

of a fragrance

buried deep in your brain

a memory

like a rubber stamp

at break neck speeds

bleeding a sea

of inconsistency

as regular

as old faithful

which is not as faithful

as it once was

we are both beings out of time

warriors without watches

painters without swatches

blind impressionist

improvising  our impact

we play with explosions

in the midnight

to live hard

and die fast