My Sanity

Closed doors, locked windows, open mind yet confined only letting the weakest thoughts seep out as if afraid the biggest ieas and strongest reasoningwould shake and shatter this calcium enfused cell... I say let it fall!... There's no need to let these thoughts be kept inside leaving it to fill with unneeded heat like a greenhouse, is it so easy to leave the mind to fester in the heat of cynicisim and impotence? Why torture yourself by hurling your fragile psyche into a cataclysmic asylum that seems to be tearing itself apart at the seamless seams folding in on itself like crumpled dreams that seem to scream when you wake up to a burning gleam that reminds you it is a new day, new possibilities... new problems... but i digress... You can't pick up the ever shattering shards of your subconscious so simply without slitting your hand and your skin sizzles because it was a pretentious piercing plague that found no better use of its time than to distort your mind and release you into the abyss that once was your sanity You're insane NOW!! You belong in a nut house, maybe they'll place a straitjacket over your mind so it stays in tact as they ask you "how does that make you feel?", and your brain violently resorts to thinking, as they shoot yo up with drugs for problems they didn't diagnose you with, so they place a muzzle over your face so you can't cry out for the thoughts and ideas taht never had a chance to be verbalized. It all seems lost until you learn to embrace and reform the conditions of your captivity. It all seems lost unitl you learn to embrace and reform the conditions of your captivity. Make the muzzle your muse as you make it your own and it becomes a metaphorical megaphone. Every whispering breath will release a hot death until everone or thing that once was becomes nothing left. It can't be recognized as the thing you once knew to be true and you sign yourself out of this jail of juxtapose that gave you false hope but now it is no more than a desecrated dream.