Terrorizing

Admit surrender, testify defeat.
Sole discretion, consequence foreseen.
Reoccurring inquiries, derangement overthrows reasoning.
Insanity breeds whilst logically achieving ken.

Anguish invades, impairs necessary intellect.
Conclusions cultivate, relaxation evanescent.
Cease, Desist, embrace inferences.
Clairvoyant litigation ascertains rationality applied insufficient.

Precedently amity existed.
Conditional alteration constitutes devastation within.
Exclusive aggregation swindled.
Placidity relentlessly constrained.

Sharp as a razor it shot threw me with murderous intent.
I tried to dodge the bullet but was hit in the head.
Carefully a breeze sounded into my ear whispering the last words I would ever hear.

I started what I must now end,
my life-force is spent.
All the oaths I've ever made will now dissipate and quickly fade.
My name will be erased from time through each and every person,
one at a time.

"No not me!" I scream.
My eyes shot open wide.
"There are things in this life I need to complete.
I have not finished them all yet,
I cannot die!"

Going Crazy

Upon me it waits, and I feel an impulsive rush come over me.
I might like it and I might die, now all that matters is that I'm free.
Serpentine and intermixed, my feelings serge with no control.
Tragedy is all that awaits me so I throw my vigilance to the wind.

A tale is told of one who was bold and how he met his fate.
Something sour in my flour makes my bread taste like steak.
It's not too soon to call it quits because I certainly was too late.
Now traveling through time in my mind I find cause to celebrate.

I find my steak is most rare or was it a cake I do contemplate while I sit in my chair.

When I hold it to the right my mind doesn't feel like it's truly aligned.
A penny for your troubles sir a stranger asks me politely in rags and soot.
To have thrown a rock at him would've been better but instead I said I had none.

Again to the parade where I must stay to see if she will show.
To my surprise she didn't come and I've still no where else to go.
It's like a bad dream, replaying through my head.
Nothing new to put on display, so I just keep watching it.

I carefully consider my options, and choose the best one to be had.
The best option I could find was to simply not react.
All at once I stop the clock, literally grabbing its hands and breaking them off.
This nonsense must stop, I must do something. Time to make contact.