Confusion

I reside on the edge of insanity
I have a fear of normality
It is in the chaos that I find the heart of me
Essence is the intangible that runs through the veins of spirit
cupid can be stupid
Flinging arrows in the wrong direction
I savour the taste of confusion
I suckle it like a hungry child
Sense is an illusion that does not exist
Do not resist, the voices say
And when they speak I listen
Even when asleep
This is my attempt to be deep
Creep, creep, creep