A Chaos of Id

Madness echoes; darting lizard tongued through ego ideal

Cinch the cotton jacket tightly straight

So cold … This air that nips sweet reason’s chaste design

Fragmented time; murky hauntings of psyche cast shadow

Life organic longing for the dark peace

So cold … Electra, Oedipus, the chaos of Id

Tear me

Twist me

Break me

Bleed me

Curse the light to never see me

Take me

Turn me

Bend me

Seize me

Curse the night to never free me

Maddening echoes; despair the skulking demons whisper near

Foul the breath that channels pretense

So cold … This icing down deep as the Red Tome listens

Fragments in time; the rotted corpse tangs the conscience mind

Succulent bits of cherished memories

So cold … Synchronicity winters this choice left to chance