The Mania

i say, as i close my eyes to sleep
i see my being lost in invictus fantasy
that has life paralyzed & truth victimized in reality & i'm like: beep.. beep... bleap
i suffering through many aches every mid-night & wondering, "if i'm insomniac?"
& the voices in my disturbed head noising,
"neah...
but may be, i'm being ditched... 
dripped... dip... deep in the mud of insanity, her love unstitched!"
& i'm like; "is 'tis my life?" never been sweet-sounding
The taste of nightmares ain't so good but fantasy melliflousing...
... the ecstasy of delusional past to present & .. guess what?
as i close my eyes to sleep,
my thoughts encounter the disgust of night, concurrently..
& the manic of.. to maniac masturbation shattered me down the street
voices start howling across the lantern of mind &..
thoughts rustling through the chandelier - one firewall - of my heart, chanting,
"yeah...
i'm being misfit dang ditched... 
ripped.. dip... deepest in the grave of my own despair life, my naivete flipped!"