Ramblings In Madness And Creativity

Intersection of those pupils
Caresses the cornea to post visions
I long to tell you a trillion things And as I stand before you now I am a bit confused.
Do I still have a soul that's mine and can it still be used
or must I now admit that even though I've been abused,
the demon has the final laugh and will remain amused?
A sacred, assuring thought
I take dreams off a boundless board
Images of color give to me
An explosive reward
Shall I expose myself?
Let others see my living innards
Put on a mental meal plate
So many stuffing contents down
Indifferent, lifeless numbers and letters
Let go
We can fly
Don't die
In remorseful tears
Toss energy to and fro
Expending while expanding
Let go
Which is the greater tragedy?
To be born with gift and suffer
The consequences of madness
Or to be born gift less
Never to know the madness
Let go
It''s oh my God o''clock in the morning
Or rather bang slap middle of the night
This body of mine lies churning