Centrifuge of pain

July 22, 2020.  © Mark, All rights reserved.

Blighted by insanity
that dribbles in the void,
cleaves caveats limb from limb
attuned, attest, devoid.

Personality turned askew
a soul, hamstrung by toil,
once scribed into an anthem
abandoned, detest, recoil.

Tempestuous misalignment's
the centrifuge of pain,
destructive botheration's
Charybdis unfurled disdain.

Warped into abbadons guilt
an apathetic maundered gait,
this diaphanous deposition
aches for immediate self abate.

Author notes

A poem about dark thought, I seem to be expelling word diarrhoea atm lol