Slow Descent Into Madness Poem by Violet Warren

my heart plays hopscotch inside my chest
tangled in these words built on unrest
it's a slow ease into madness
when we're glad to embrace the sadness
I've not had the noose around my neck
but instead it's encircling my hands
apparently it's thrilling for us to hang from them

in this corridor the lights are dimming
shadowing me from your expressions
when the deathless become divine
we will collapse into our circles
things are built paper thin
on this glass that we surfaced from

collide, collapse, whatever you prefer
this is the end
the season won't change for you
so why don't you just turn around and find your roots
to love yourself means to love the one that loves you