Insanity's Equation

Rapid bullets fire at the ends of frazzled nerves, That sweat the fear of loneliness in graves of gracious limbs. Held shaking minds out to hearts of bleeding wine, Just to realize shaking meds will be sanity out of time. Am I good enough for the spiraling of God's alike, Like drinking from the paper isn't glass and goblet, right? They see through paper like they see through shards of glass, Like they see through all these masks of water trails. I am the shoulder pushed, the mouth unnurtured, the unwanted. All is lost with Satan's blood within me, suckling off my fear. But tell me dear, did I contract it from your needless petty pipes? I hate the highs and all the lows and the nothing in between , Apathy that drains the hate and the sighing underneath. Tired from the aching of a constant infancy grasping , Towards things that are already glued in their place. Walk beside me as I fall again and again like insanity's equation.