fringe selvedges

Never again
Will my body betray
Never will I wake up
And say
Not today.

Never will I answer
To my inner afraid
Never will I shake
And make
A mistake.

Never will you see me
Losing my way
Never will they whisper
He’s trying
The wrong way.

i feel my madness
creeping through
i feel its anger
chasing you
i feel the hate
i feel the pain
i feel I’ll never
again
be sane.

Suicide stands
From deep within
Are contingency plans
For when you can’t win.

Kindness of faith
Is a faithless remind
Of a measure of moments
In the measuring of
Mind.

Tactically correct
Tacitly blind
Terribly gifted
Is a mind’s
Tempered sign.

One hundred ten
Voices of men
Speak with pure passion
In old ancient fashion
Of an echo
Of a hope
Heard again.

A friend
of my maker
is the maker
of my end.

A never ending
moment
where the end
becomes your friend.

Satisfaction constant
Satiation rare
Satironic factions
In a ceremonious affair.

Transformation angels
Repeatedly reformed
Calls microintervention
Unubiquitously forlorne.

I can guarantee
A soulless search
In my searching soul.

I cannot break
My softening heart
From a heartless toll.

I can’t not heal
My breaking anger
From its broken whole.