Black Carnival.

Dreamscapes collide

blur the edges,

the canvass of carnage

a carnival

I sleep

one eye open,

watch death patiently pace

my shallow sanctuary

I fall thro' the keyhole

of indifference, maybe

it's better to go

than wake the wanton wanderings

of my vacant heart

The bed of nails aches

for my penance,

the genius of sorrow

embedded

being born

I cry

Madness made immortal

by the shatter of what was left behind

humankind.

2015 Michaela James.