Cannot control forces that quake my orbital chest. <br />Hair blades! Do not visualize it to forcibly drill thru my skin. <br />Reason was beyond reach <br />Still-death was yet to be achieved <br />And affection was delved the least. <br /> <br />Festive glare of bones and flesh resonates. <br />The more I drool, the less satisfactory it gets. <br />But mind you, <br />It was not my fault that my gum swell to release innate fangs- <br />Fangs of revolving mental aphasia. <br /> <br />Where is my coat during cold, lonely dimness? <br />I beg you to react out of kindness and humanity, <br />and answer plainly that my over-worked body, <br />gets what it longs for, <br />in a twenty-eight day cycle of brain torment. <br /> <br />Waxing grounds for fury, waning cause of passion. <br />I have resorted to detach the link in exchange of isolation. <br />Though the magnificence of solitude hovers relatively, <br />I occasionally pound my head on concretized walls, <br />hoping that I could hurtle the moon.<br /><br />Shelta Realms<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-lunacy/
