Fixate Me

Twisted musings, splintered sights. Fractured lines, frightening lies. Seen from slanted prism sides. View from obsessed mind's eyes. Inkling inspired, loose at the seam. Fevered slumber, walking dream. Distracted days, fruitless fervor. Restless comfort, intangible theme. Thoughts that rage and torment. Ideas fester that once lay dorment. Walls collapsing, raging torrent. Who, what, why, where, is meant? This defines my inner torrent. Breathe, relax. It's all for not. This inner turmoil, this inner rot. Calm down, It's all for not. This end cannot be sought. Or bought. Providing inner sanctum's flow. An answer to soon arrive. Something that's soothing to you. Purpose to be alive. Purpose in which you thrive. Simple yet hard this cycle With which you seem to exist. Danger hurts you often, yet the thrill you can't resist. -Angel Fatale-