Angel Too

I could be an angel too
I am a pest and I spread unease
Terrorise high rooftop balconies
I eat dead things
And what others throw in bins
But sometimes, when you stare just right
And the stars are not too bright
Then you could see
That I am an angel too

Descent into Insanity

A decent into insanity is a journey through a series of closed doors.

Each one unravelling more mind-chaos than the one before,

fragmenting and multiplying, paths with too many choices,

no same person can hold on to them all.

Worse still are the mirror shards, fractal facets, reflecting mosaic faces,

each one an individual but smeared and mingled in a confused sea of identity.

Who can survive such a storm intact?