My Inner Sanctum of Sanity
-20 January 2010-
Slowly losing my grip on reality
I have no where left to go
Imagine a place where my evil thoughts run free
Where laughter can be heard manically
I give in to these thoughts
I release myself to the wickedness
I want to see your smiling face
Contorted into such sick and delirious pain
Smile and pretend that everything is okay
No don’t, please….. just let me go
It’s too late to help myself.
Or am I really that sick?
Allow me to show you a glimpse into my inner sanctum:
The walls are dark and dank
The musty sent of old blood fills your senses
Surrounded by chains and empty hopes
You have no way to escape
The scent of fear is thickening
The anxiety of “what next?” claws at your insides
The lust for blood is on the rising horizon
Pick up that blade. Go on and do it.
Feel the sliver of silver
So sharp and metallic
Let it rest against your skin
Something new and shiny to assault your body with
Take it, press it in, and let the magic work begin.
Feel the stress, pressure, and negativity
Leave your mind and body as the crimson art work is exposed
Drawing in red, it’s a favorite past time.
Express yourself, twisting up and down
Side to side, alphabetical symbols
Concocted to create new words of madness
Never really ready to pass on, just allow the creativity to flow
Crimson art work at its best, always leaves the prettiest inscriptions
Create, manifest, concentrate and inspire.
To erase all feelings of self-doubt
To understand that art is to your own expression
The inner sanctums of my sanity
Have been exposed
What will you do now?
