perception
from perspectige
recognizing
patterns in the
chaos churning

despite best
intentions everything
ends badly
chemical deficiencies
an unwillingness
in acceptance

there is something
so tempting in
embracing insanity
but madness doubles
time to expiration
everyone wants to
be the focal point
until they see it
is a full time job
watching the fool
juggle emotional
chainsaws constantly

how many ground zero
detonations can
the human soul
withstand before
becoming nothing but
irradiated dust devils
begging for scraps

i leave lip print
scars so even when
relegated to just
another ghost
there is always
a momento of the
furious passions
in frozen infernos
that blistered your
perfect little heart