I Think, Therefore Am I

I Think, Therefore Am I? Neck cracking penumbra shines on starlit mundanity ebon macabre epiphanies fogwebs of my morality my tongue twists ceaselessly trinkets of truffled profanity dearest mirror, mirror reality has humanity cursed me? For the fatality of dreams bared in broken bosoms of madness and brutality masked by faux urbanity crowns like a dead infant delivered from its womb into the arms of inanity a morbidly, tragic formality But still steadfast I warrior heart held bleeding in hand cur-sed whispers of volcanity bent echoes of forced vitality to sever the seams of malady and hand scribe the braindust of my cursive minded mentality upon reams of papered therapy shrouded by inky black misery of things thought but never told to a world swilled in sugar beliefs of dappled sun and spun parasols rainbow thoughts and red carousels while I continue to wander down this darkened tunnel of insanity January 27, 2017