Addicted Fool

I am your fool
a plaything
harmed and dangerous
couldn't go on
no more alone
a rabble in my head
thoughts converge
then striate
and so I mentally
masturbate
an itch to scratch
plots to plan
color and smell
the things that pass
the road to my hell
scattered ideas
no cogency
Clinched Existence:
Hugging life
Breathless Apprehension:
Primal Fear
Possessionless Mind:
Self less soul
You made the map
drew me back
objects replace
sharp point safe
Green meanies?
not for me
too addictive
just stay by me
Your fool

© 2005, Mosquitobyte