Madness of the Seer

Sensory corruption : number one
Solitude, stillness radiating unity
Blind. Blind. Blind
Distinct colours sharply force inward
Sight beyond sight : all becomes motion
Flesh turns to an idea of life
Pulp smeared over confusion
Blindness crawling through rotting mud
A million screaming hearts
Bound, masked, afraid
Who is in charge here?
Search the darkness for love
Then find somewhere to hide, or
Be torn apart by blind devils.
Crawl inside a dirty hole.
Never reveal the secret sign
Destined to decay.

Sensory illusion : number two
I heard a voice
Yes, no, maybe, don’t know
Thunder shook the walls
A buzz through the bony brain-shell
That threatened to crack
Was the voice mine
Or God’s
Or Yours
Mumbling, sputtering, bubbling, distant
The silence of a heartbeat stilled
Magnified, my fingertip scrapes the silk of skin
Fine feathers tickling, twinkle droplet splashes
And reality’s coat is ripped to threads
Snap, crackle, pop… swish
Vinyl. Devil. Devinyl. Heavenly chorus
I trusted the voice.

Sensory torment : number three
Touch me
Hold me down and screw me
Screw into my mind
Suck me. Suck out my soul
Quench the fire, steam will rise
Feed me, even if it’s poison
Dig your fingers in behind my muscles
Rip me up
Rape me
Tear me down
Shape me.
This flesh, this sick trap
Is waiting to dissolve
Do not trust me because
I am part of the whole
And the only promise we make
Is to change
Don’t let me, go