Legally Stoned Poem by Engin Kavrak

Your voice
Thinner to my thickness
Resonates within my walls
An inferior cure of my sickness
Infernal to my source
Rousing my channels of enmity
I am bleeding at the sharp edge of my humanity
My mortal comprehension of reality
Help me...

Every beat of my heart
Animates another riddle
The one who has thousands of tasks
The one who has thousands of masks
Is it beyond my grasp to trick
I am trying to creep to cover
Yet fall and shatter at the brink
There is no between you and you
Only sweet seed of madness once heeded

I slowly shake by the cold
As the warming fire my cracks mold
I am legally stoned