Behind my mask of normality writhe the plump juicy maggots of insanity.
The seething growing mass of larvae crack the mask to reveal a fleeting glimpse of my mother’s substitute babies.
Mindless of my convincing facade they greedily consume the inner core that is my being.
Now snug in cocoons built of my disintegrated self, biding their time, nursing on my sanity – gorging themselves on my freewill, growing fuller and fuller
until they merge into me and we are rejoined as one.
BURSTING!
Shattering the outer mask to reveal a raving lunatic caught in a gossamer web…..
where reality is non-existent
Not That Anyone Asked Me... 