Time to myself ...
The bridges of sanity are crumbling
with the ocean waves
and your taunting, distorted notes
flood the gates of hell
and seduce me clean.
Forgive the moments of displeasure
I have caused my surroundings;
I cannot go back to erase them.
The rotting insides that are oozing
with every breath intoxicate the world
with poisonous fumes that instigate
people's madness and their nervous system
to explode ...
Pieces of nature fall in piles of debris
caught in my eyes and nailed into my hands,
a crown of thorns is inflicted not on my forehead
but on my chest,
I am the Christ of today's weak people,
of the inexplicable and strange.

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