my subconcsious
has me self conscious
about the underlying
currents in my skewed
pseudo-consciousness
leaving me uncertain
unable to trust myself
as dreamwhispers turn
to derisive snarls
and this hunger burns
for that which i
cannot be allowed

a confusion in spectral
wildflowers blooming
across the fertile fields
of madness in my brain
the disharmonic begging
in cardiac fluctuations
plays a catastrophe of hope
crashing symbols with no
rosetta stone to unknot
this shuddering mass of
deluded contusions wrapped
in an illusion of possibility