Releasing My Demons

Tapping fingers against keys to set them free

My Photo

Beauty of my brain
cycling put on repeat
using the fuel of my
demented damnation
to spin it into creation.

Normality would be
crumpling under
the weight of accumulated
thinking and being.

How do I have a face,
a body to show,
after all the crimes
committed against
my mind and body.

Fingers do a fine dance
tapping noises heard,
as I release my
demented demons
for others to read.