dementia

Hatred.
I see it in your eyes,
Gradience of vermillion and black.
I scream; silence hold me now.
Illusions surround me,
I forsake my sanity.

Disturbance.
Pen dances on paper,
Splatter my writing with blood.
I hide; shadows embrace me now.
Voices taunt me,
Blind; I cannot see.

Eyes.
Draw a line across my face,
Slit my wrists with the page.
She laughs; disquietude consumes me now.
Others join her,
I conceal my anger.!!!