Cactus in Mouth
Melancholy drips into my brainstem;
I woke weeping,
from whence I was sleeping;
Before, I wondered from the highway
where the tall man addressed
and put his heart to my chest;
How am I taller?
Pain was never this brilliant
forcing my thoughts into resilience;
While I ate cactus
and spit its thorns to those dearest to me,
I find root of my own sorrow
my own mind has assured me;
Why do they come near?
Their footing is sound,
the further they are from here;
Am I in touch with you, humanity?
Or have I gone mad? Anti-benevolent?
With aleatory insanity?
Please take my advice,
leave your soul alone;
Not once, but twice
you must go home;
Do not wonder into my unknown,
where I cracked open your skull
and inside, my body was shown;
If I find myself in your mind,
Why am I surrounded by clouds of grey?
When you pictured me
amongst blue and yellow on that autumn day?
Now I'll forever hold a monster mask in place
of my true self,
and my true face.