28 July 2012
The mind a razor, trying to cutting its way through the surface.
Bleeding out your eye sockets.
While the world around feeds them with inspiration.
Mending those emotional lacerations.
Injected with a false meaning.
Awake and always dreaming.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
Written in a silk web.
Walls dripping blood.
My minds a flood.
So many thoughts.
Slipping through my fingers.
Working to hold them.
My candle flame burning dim.
Mischief & Minds • Opuss № I