Dear psychosis,
Lowly your voice howls
Within the wintry confines of my mind.
Now is the winter
Of my discontent.
I feel your veil
over my eyes thickening.
What is reality? I reach for it,
But with broken hands,
I can no longer grasp.
And now as the veil thickens,
I feel a coexistence
between peace and hell.
The serenity of my beach
Is beaten by the waves of lava.
But I want to dip my foot in,
And be consumed
With your fiery embrace.







So many hidden jems with this. Like this piece.
The depths of your writing are sublime.