Poems Vol 02 - Shadows.

Flashbacks - 30 Dec 2021

This alternative diagnosis
Brings upon me
A new kind of psychosis
Which makes me believe
That the deceased
Are more cheerful
Towards life
Than the living
Will ever be.

These disgusting whispers
Are trying to discus
The feelings that I have within
About the four legged creature
Stitched together by human flesh
Growing horny horns
Which makes a satyr blush
Yet I hold its heart
And I do not know if I should
Eat or crush-
It.

I really hope
That these are nothing more
Than fragments of my fractured
Imagination-
A product of a violated
Subconscious
Which restlessly tries to
Patch the cracks
Created by aeons old flashbacks.