Scented Anxiety

As individuality twists and turns inside the wild confines of the day,
silent personality arranges tattered feathers of light,
white sensations blind the mind's open blinking eye,
fractured complexity shatters the quiet fragrance of the night
while deranged perplexity rifles through cold withered dreams that are filled with decay,
there are no spaces left for a dark bitter cry.

Sigh away crazy words,
death's a doorway in time's features,
expressions are washed into history's wanton hunger.

After the spirit's fine phantom crashes across Heaven's poetical freeway,
love will scream her scented anxiety; there will be no respite,
fights with inner demons screech through the reasons why
sorrow roams the halls of an egotistical dangerous plight,
fear slips heartbeats into tiny sections of simplicity's face; a washed out gray,
self-imagery cackles insanity's reply.

Trying to move forwards
I find I am losing answers
to all the casual questions that constantly bother.

Chapter and verse violently attack this toned schizophrenic admiration,
caution's thrown viciously aside as moods strangle another terrified notion.