Madness And Her Thousand Young

Oh no, she's awake!

As a pristine cupido she dwells in her abode
A repellent nimbus secures her scarcely uncouth brains.

Thither goes my sanity!

The narcotic deluge leaves me in parched dismay
Whilst I realize the nigh vortex only from afar.

Led astray to dance like a wincing spasm,
I am trying to elude the roaring maelstrom, drawing nearer.

I tumble and fall into my unfathomed mind.

Thus it has finally arrived
My reckoning moment of truth
And I am willing to do penance.

In every wish you speak
In every thought you think they hide
On every move you make
On every breath you take they ride
They are the pupils of Great Mistress Nausea
They are the children of dementia
If children they are ...?

Her unhinged kinship entices my abysmal zest
As with diligence I ascend the close apex.

She will harass again!
... mother?