A little psychosis, a little neurosis
so pleasantly bitter; it seems that this is
some melodrama, and a little trauma
mix together for a psychorama.
No resolution, with some desperation,
a twisting knife in the stomach sensation;
a pack of phantasms and some muscle spasms,
it so feels like falling deep in chasms.
Senses twisting, and eyes are misting,
no understanding as yet of this thing.
A feeling of such, as sometimes too much,
the wounding deep of a gentle lover's touch.