Nascent Obsession

At the edges of sanity;

Born of stardust and

            Flame.

A soul gorged

Upon demonic ire

And whiskey shots.

Fearless sarcastic,

Drunk on anarchy,

Self-contained by a wall

Of absolute

            Insatiability.

Eyeless absolution at the core

            Seething,

                        Provoking,

                                    Lurking…

 

At the edges of sanity;

That

Is where distortion dominates,

The unborn speak in tongues,

And the dirty tourists

Are destroyed by the distracted

And the indifferent;

Buried in cohesive filth,

Shaped into nothing more

Than a synonymous word

In the lexicon

Of

Vapidity.

 

At the edges of sanity;

That

Is where the line is drawn,

Non-apologetic,

A caricature of love and selfishness

Coalesced into catastrophic perfection

And unanswered disappointments,

But justified,

In its cannibalistic cadence.

 

At the edges of sanity;

That

Is where Water dreams;

Breaking through the wall

With oxblood shotguns

Triggering a fourth creation,

Ending this renaissance of

Alcoholic muppetry,

Exuberant stupefaction,

and

Aural monotony.

Faceless and sanctified,

Her words taste;

Paradisiacal.

“Come with me” she says

 

At the edges of sanity;

That

Is where we cross the line,

Triumphant in our anguish,

Strangely placid,

Embracing the spatial mutilation

Which corrupts our souls

Fusing a singular likeness

Of annihilation.

 

At the edges of sanity.