mania

i desire maniacal creation

to let words flow past my skin and from my heart

till my skin breaks and my bones ache with their force

till my mind is a muddled mess of focus and their intensity

to let my creation ramble

disastrous and discordant in their extensive existence

long and rambling, i want them to exist

i want them to take me with

to drag me along a passage too narrow through canyons too deep

into the abyss of nothingness

till i am left ruined and emptied

left with the mangled remains

and of a semblance of sanity