Soulburn
i seek joy in the things that destroy me
i only find happiness in that which breaks me down
there’s euphoria in baring one’s soul
lighting it ablaze, just to examine
what color flame it can produce
"does the soul have a chemical foot print?"
are there balances and imbalances
like those, in the depths of one’s madness
"can the soul fall mad too?"
does a soul in sorrow, burn black
does one in love, red
i’m on the verge of madness and ecstasy
my queries scratch at the very fabric of my mental faculties
but each wound, laid bare, leaves clarity
where sanity no longer resides
we are creatures of madness
grasping for soundness
for anything to feed our soul














