Because i can

[cryptomancer]

So to day I began again,

Words winding the mind's spool,

Waking to breaking a personal rule,

Dreams are just the echoes of hell.

 

Insanities of day break within,

The cloudless sky, bloodshot and red,

Twisted muscles break the strain of bed,

Stretch and the mind is delivered dead.

 

Weave the words of each sound,

Voices etched in bones and skin,

Carved on the fabrics we're living in,

Waking the waning mind to sin.

 

All I am is seen again,

Blood on the hands, pain within,

The echoes of that voice, dim

Tasting the depth of this chaotic spin.

 

[Regel]

Troubled and disturbing imagery and a vivid use of language the ambiguity keeps me the reader asking many questions all answered in a way by the title.

Edited December 8, 2010 by Regel