Ramblings Of The Psychotic Mind

where does it come from?
this defiled reality...
shards of fragmented self
that cut through
your deafness,
your mute existence;
rendered powerless -
paralyzed by glacial fear,
the furor of demons released -
into the blazing cauldron
of melting veracities
where you purge and putrefy,
absolve and decay,
exist and perish;
clinging to all that remains -
the voices in your head,
the bullet in your brain,
and the memories of razor blades
that your blood managed to stain.