Insanities Rhapsody Poem by Gengis Capote

Wearing these shredded garments of happiness,
I journey into the abyss.
Dragging each step to suffer more-
Learning to sustain my final burn.

Master-less!
I eagerly pursuit the black crow.
Slither journey in soberly awareness,
Torture my soul with Needles.

Blue heavens crown my fields of gold-
Hundreds of pathways sprung with natures essence,
Fill my sight and heart.
'My insanities rhapsody of a man made of straw'

Longing for real life.
Tempted!
Tempted to breath;
Lusting my final sleep.