Delicate

Need a fucking tourniquet.
Bleeding out my rotten skin.
Shattered like a mirror against stone.

I am nothing but a bubble.
Ready to explode without any conditioning.
Sealed off until I’m not.
Time is something that will soon be forgot.

My madness is spreading.
Flowering like a rose in bloom.
Some might call me fixated.
In truth I am but a loon.
Fractured by my mistakes.
Etched into my every passing moment.

Webs hang off my bones.
Here I shall decay alone.
Only company is this fetid air.

I am nothing but a bubble.
Ready to explode without any conditioning.
Sealed off until I’m not.
Time is something that will soon be forgot.

My madness is spreading.
Flowering like a rose in bloom.
Some might call me fixated.
In truth I am but a loon.
Fractured by my mistakes.
Etched into my every passing moment.

Ground down by slipping gears.
Filled to the brim by anarchy.
Shadows dance in the centre of my crooked eyes.