Total Insanity

They told me to breathe— so I inhaled static. Dreams cracked like glass in my skull, and the echoes laughed louder than God. I stitched silence to my tongue, drank lightning through my veins, and whispered to the walls until the walls whispered back. Reality flickered— a dying bulb begging for mercy. My shadow started speaking in plural, and my name forgot how to mean me. They said “hold on.” To what? The falling? The fracture? The echo of a scream still trying to exist? Now I dance with my own delusions— chaos is rhythm, madness is prayer, and I— I am the sermon no one survives. ---