Animated Minds

Animated Minds

Swirling darts of puce and mauve,
Twisting limbs, the scent of cloves.
Plunged in thoughts and erotic dreams,
Pain and numbness split the seams.
Trace your breath with clouds of soot,
Still I’m jaded, head to foot.
Freakish beings stalk the night,
They breed and grow in child-like fright.
Violence swirls and waltzes slowly,
This dance with death is far from lowly.
Excruciating pleasure contorts the face,
I’m warm and content in your embrace.
Tortured souls, we rarely find,
So far from this animated mind.