As the hallucination washes away
I am left with a feeling
An arousal of the senses
Keen to the cold around me.
And the warmth that inside suffocates.
The madman inside laughing recklessly.
There is a time for daring.
And this is it.
The time to bring to life inanimate puppets.
A bag of fries and smoke that talk to me.
And music that rings my head numb
With its beauty.
Oh my love, if you knew,
the fragility of my soul,
You would but devour
The soft walled innards
of the monster that dances to the tunes of poetry.
Beneath a rag of paper I might cower
But there is such will.
Such as to bend all forces of time and space.
Brittle yet tender;
Growing to be stronger.