Shut the Door

The burn

The breath

Welcome the masochist

Whispers

Murmurs

Be clear of the fervor

Ask why
Say no
Act a credible show

Quiet mind
Quiet hand
An organized bedlam

Paint nails
Resist fails
To restrain this impel?

Static
Hectic
Maybe I'm just septic

I'm frayed
Not as portrayed
I've regretfully strayed

Pixelated
Frustrated
Do I remain prostrated?

Through a magnified glass
I offer my ass for contention
Atone me of my crass?
I am realizing my accession

It's a boundless course
A tightrope balanced
An abiding force
They'll say I survided