Why Ask Me

I am a fibre on the canvas of the universe Slightly frayed and unwanted within the fabric No dreams of life beyond death and an unnatural aversion to life Solitary in my weirdness and unashamed by shame I am an individual hiding in the solitude of humanity Laws i slip like sentient binds Prisoner in myself and never adourn my real mask My lateral thoughts are buried in the depths of my rabbit hole Staring at the looking glass it stares within my all The screaming imagination that orientates the vessel beyond I am the liar in the light of day and none seem to hear my call Pick the simple happy, sad, constructs of the norm Inside this fleshened cage My mind is free to roam Alone and never alone The voice inside knows all that shapes my core and none will ever know