Insanity lies inside those crevices of minds,

Singing the songs of a thousand choking melodies.

They scream in whispers to bring rain on our faces,

“I danced as a willow would, or a flower in bloom,

Who are you, and why would you cut me into tiny pieces?”

I wished those doors, wide open

Morbid, inevitable tales of ferocious woe

Would shut me from that little bud that

Never again would touch blades of sweet, sunlit grass,

But be buried underneath that smothering, glittering snow.

Devils we might very well have been,

What of the ocean’s giving of life

That flows past our eyelids to a cold, hard ground?

What of the beauties that crawled far too slowly,

And when they screamed for a saviour, made not a sound?

Two-legged beasts of prey peruse this face with avaricious eyes,

And fight or flight has only one choice

For this mammal in chains of unflinching, solid steel,

And that choice is to suffer, then to die

Hoping that there will be a willing ear

That loves the lilting song of fizzling death rattle

Uttered in utmost spectacular brilliant grace,

So she might be spared, to sing it once more

For a tyrant, undefied, but defiled.

They never heard the frightening sound

Of the blasphemers who wailed both loudly and mute,

But gazed upon those pretty trinkets

Moving and breathing to suit a horror they never deserved.

They’ll break, and they’ll fall, then who can tell?

Vitality has never been so slow before to love

When they so callously decide

That you’ve had enough, quite enough,

Of that dear little flickering flash of a star

That you know as life.

(By the way, I was listening to Christian Death’s “Luxury of Tears” while I wrote this. It’s an amazing song, so check it out.)

I may expand this, it just depends on what comes to mind.