cra(z)y

I balance my craze on a razer edge.
Held tightly wrapped by one finger.
Contradictory.
but waiting.......

An equilibrium between sane and insane.
My craze speaks a language
The language of unspoken tongues.
The "awes" and "sighs"

Craze prefers silence.
It thrives and rumbles.
On thoughts of ambiguity
Cut and Bleed.

Blade slashes.
Craze makes a fundamental error of judgment
Slash my finger in two
Cut...cut... and bleed.. bleed... bleed.. and die die die die die die !


Call it Bloody Crazy !



Authors note : No fingers were harmed, slashed or died in writing this poem :-)