Aberrations

She bathes in the deep streams

of depravity sinking beautifully

in quicksand of forgotten truth,

an inelegant bird of flight

chewing and devouring reality

in her translucent shadows -

an empress of delusions

with a lop-sided tiara,

dancing in frenzy of morbid beauty.

Entrenched in corners of my mind,

she scorches me with forgotten sins.

Paralyzed by her fears of empty voids

of insanity, she opens up her soul

like parted oceans, watching the moon

illuminate her mind, suffocating her

essence in darkened waves of delusions.

Abandoned tarnished fears

inhabit her heart, mimicking sounds

of preying vultures, emptied by insanity.

Shadows are dark pits in psychosis,

huddled within her bones,

gelatinous promises of vacuumed

aberrations of sinewy threads.

And I am adrift in clouded wells

of her depraved mind, drawn

by forked electricity,

beauty of frenzied lunacy.