Loss

Insanity is a gameA forged path
Taboo rituals
Incantations...


Forgive me if I offend,
But you don't know after all. 
You reek of abandonment;
Fear of institution


Run away, crawl through the gutter.
Mud mixed with blood.Topics rather unthought of.
Disgust doesn't begin to cover it.


Grotesque hopes,
Filthy dreams,
Night sweats,
Retching screams.


The crowds pressing forward 
While you're begging to go back.
Fighting the waves of wysteria,
Kudzu covers everything.

You've lost it.