I am positively confused;

my thoughts keep swirling with the waves of the mysterious moon-

-beautiful, yet standoffish.

--

My paranoia is blossoming like a poisonous,

tropical orange flower waiting

to snap at it's passing prey.

--

I am afraid

of what might become of my future in time,

what has not happened and

what -with no doubt- has already happened.

--

I am sure my insecurities will drive me to the edge,

but this is one thing

I am able to live with

until my death.

--

I am aware of my jealousy bubbling up in my chest;

like hummingbirds buzzing throughout the air,

and my possessiveness that rages into my skin,

my fingers are twitching with only a dark desire,

but I keep them concealed

in case I make a dreadful mistake.

--

I know my anti-social behavior quite well-

-in fact,

we have known each other since my preschool years,

and I so do love his Hermit company.

--

I have learn a way of being free,

a spiritual organization,

though they would prefer not to be named this.

--

I am used to living with all my faults,

because they define me just as much as my non-ones.

--

My only wish that cannot be due until death,

is to become that Seraphim I so do desire.

--

My words have no sense,

a spiral sphere of chains spinning and interweaving with one another,

sometimes I wonder if my mind is drunk.

--

My body screams an unknown language to my ears

and it saddens me that I cannot understand what she is saying.

--

I can breath the words my lungs are shrilling,

poison to my decaying body.

--

I feel my heart pounding with great strength, l

observing those all around me like a guardian angel in disguise.

--

These emotions of mine are always running so high,

past the blue, blue sky and farther than space;

time unable to keep up with my pace.

--

My voice cannot speak the thoughts and words I wish to say,

so I'll tell you a different way.

--

The way of words- this is my way.