Fissures in the Reflections of Thoughts Mirrored in My Mind

In my delusion, the world I see, splits at the seams, as I walk into a surreal existence. Where I’ve come to realize that I’m suffering from maggots of the mind. They are slowly consuming the psychological scars of my sanity. Enticing my thoughts to sojourn on the pain that echoes from unfettered vibrations of madness. They threaten to shatter the last shards of reality in my primordial mind, pushing me to the edge of the abyss. Incomprehensibly, I step into the void of insanity.