I’m a vessel of rage, my veins scream in silence,
taut as wire, every pulse a defiance.
My world’s painted red, not with blood but the ire,
each breath a spark, each thought catches fire.
Then there’s the echo chamber, my psychotic refrain,
voices dance with shadows, ballet in my brain.
Reality fractures, a kaleidoscope skewed,
I’m stitched into nightmares that never conclude.
These aren’t symptoms, they’re the essence of me,
rage, fear, and longing, a desperate plea.
I am the storm and the calm, the fracture and the fusion,
in every breath, a tangled illusion.
Suicidal whispers on the edge of the night,
the darkness beckons with a cruel delight.
I flirt with the void, it knows me by name,
a dance on the ledge, a moth to the flame.
Dissociation, my reality’s thief,
steals me from moments, a ghostly relief.
I watch from afar, unfeeling, unbidden,
in the spaces between, I am lost, I am hidden.
Compulsions drive me, an unyielding march,
rituals in whispers, under arches so stark.
Each action repeated, an attempt to atone,
in the patterns I trust, I’m never alone.
Sexual shadows, and identity’s maze,
I wander through each, lost in the haze.
Don’t look for me in the light, I thrive in the twist,
in the heart of my chaos, I ceaselessly exist.