Convoluted Mind

The mirror echoes, echoes, echoes

a red eyed man draped upon

the far corners of my hurting mind

Is it me?

My brain is roped together with straws

that have blown down and trapped me,

the tattered edges cutting grasping fingers.

My skin peels off into realm of its own,

revealing creatures living inside, inside, inside,

looking for ways to halt my endless pain

as lurking shadows drain the life from me -

a false façade on spattered arteries where

night tigers preen and whisper, whisper, whisper

warning of the universe coated in my bubble.

My convoluted mind meshes in webs, webs, webs

of jumbled thoughts holding evils of the world.

I can never sleep alone, alone, alone

Because I wear the screams, screams, screams 

of my broken mind through racing thoughts.

Gleaming organs disembowel while

voices stalk, stalk, stalk insisting that

I stay here instilling the fear, fear, fear

that I can’t ever let go for I know

                                                I

                                                 AM

                                                      REAL.