insanity

so silent i can hear my heart beating

a tune that’s misleading

static sounds like screaming

too loud im sent retreating to paint what i consume

canvases show im often a balloon

conscious confined with no breathing room

tied to trauma scenes instead of a kid cartoon

suicide creeps like an end all doom

painting bones and bodies that decompose

blood red ribcages exposed

ghosts enclosed self diagnosed with delusion

in a constant state of confusion

often feeling like life is an illusion

day by day a disarray paints portray

we all decay