Shane- Age: 20

7 November 2008

Brain Fog

I can no longer see through the reflection in my eyes.

I've traversed these fields of reactance to discover the only truths:

The truths which lie in my alogia, my paranoia complete.

My lipstick-smeared face is my bitter remorse,

And my cum swallowed brethren have left me aloof.

Recognize my imbalance of self, and perceive if you will.

This pit which is my stomach burns a lucid hole.

Ice chill in the numbness of my stomach as the worms spill.

Phantasmagoric images keep me on the right foot.

I swim in Cognac rivers floating in my mind.

Illustrious foresight has sent this lightning rod.

A spark bringing me to reality, where it is seen.

It: An awakening, an epiphany, a reimbursement.

My thoughts flatline as I hear these auditory shrills.

My life set aflame with this sadomasochist intruder.

You sew my lips shut, you reap my insides, YOU DIE!

My hemophiliac endeavors bleed from the inside out.

This adhesive muscle tissue weaves like a ribbon.

My only loophole in the system is a broken system.

The system of a sane mind which keeps me living.

The sytem being: Trust nobody, in tune with self.