Psychotic Dementia

Memories conspire

And trail remnants of desire

In their wake.

I am pursued by fire.

Even my blood perspires.

My mind breaks.

I am courted by liars

In ecclesiastical attire.

I see snakes.

My sanity expires.

I watch my demons dance higher.

In insanity life begins.

Lucidity made breathing quite dire.

My imagination inspires

And creates you, my mortal sin.

Psychotic dementia sets my soul afire.

Because you are my desire

Made skin.