Fractured whispers in chaos
haunting, feeding insanity
echoing narcissistic guise
teetering on the edge
like stones in a pocket
falling into the abyss
drowning in pathology
the silence of cacophony
gazing in the mirror’s face
lost in self’s ego embrace
losing control in clock race
of the mind’s empty room
lost in a vast sea of fantasy’s
ink spots and self annihilation
struggling to feed the worm
baiting the Devil’s hook
“struggling to feed the worm
baiting the Devil’s hook”
Wow, what a concept this is. Makes me think of that Stephen King movie called “Needful Things” where the whole town is doing the devil’s bidding. As always, you deliver a stirring collage of disturbing imagery!