Jack Nicholson Poster

It's all-seeing and freaking everyone the f**k out.

Clammy grip on reality

always at risk to my slip-away sanity,

past personalities become the fading rattle

of an illusive duality,

courtesies extinct to a 

feigned sense of normality;

made a routine from these fickle lines

only to find myself repeating everything,

courtesies extinct to a

feigned sense of normality.

Author's Note

The picture for this poem isn't even jAck, wut even