Systematic Chaos

There is no escaping 

Perfect circles
encircling me , engulfing me
Decapitating, resuscitating,
leaving me in tremendous vain.

The geometery mesmerizing,
nostalgia, sweet nostalgia.
With each ring closing in,
my perceptions change.

What was , is no more.
What will be, I will never know,
All that is clear , is now.

Brainwashed sheeps prance around me,
black and white and full of colours.
A pallete of emotions , unseen and unfelt,
sits discreetly ,covered in stardust .

Loving every heart except mine,
I keep telling myself I am fine.
Blue and deep, drowning with a smile,
in this ocean called life.

So I swim , swim downwards,
clutching my book full of regrets,

I light matches underwater.
the water extinguishes the ignited sticks,
like time snuffs out the wounds,
leaving behind timeless blemishes.

My arms still in robotic motion,
endeavour away.
Attempting to reach the seabed,
blistering with perplexities.

So I lay naked , inside this casket embossed with nails,
Because my heart is stupid deep