Grey Matter of Fact

Grasping for a semblance of sanity within these cerebral corridors. The intrusive impulses fondle my violent visions inappropriately as I woefully fend off the incessant chants and shrieks of another rude awakening.

Enduring the pain and suffering of much repression, I scratch and claw my way to the surface upon arrival from the lonely and dire depths of slumber.

Reality and all of its sobering nuances thrash upon me instigating behavior of which is none to appealing. The elixir of lust seeks thy liver, yet seduces my heart and creates a gateway and land of solace which tearfully tugs and embraces the wounds and emotional lacerations.

Drug induced and Serotonin laced concoctions fall shamelessly shy of uplifting this powerful and ruthless intoxication.

I refuse to remain silent in the midst of this cerebral storm and twist and contort to escape these internal shackles to no avail.

The resentment of which burdens the notion of a higher power and supreme being has forsaken thyself and abandoned each request for any soothing salvation.

Cast away your eyes if need be, as I release these bonds and soar for a brief moment above the soiled concrete canvas of which embraces my abstract crimson demise.