On The Certainty of Doubt

Believing my own lies

Has got me incarcerated in A Cell Of my design.

Been thinking thoughts so vile, for So long-

 Hell can often seem inevitable-

Snapshots i sometimes try share

Are met with stares and whispers- Under-breath they set up snares

And claim my truth is simply

Too incredible;

I wouldnt expect anyone's 

Tip-Toeing palate

To ever try rappel 

Into a flavor so inedible,

Aint a human eye i'd trust 

To read My Heart

When my own Mind has deemed its Beating blueprints too

 Illegible.

And oh yes,

 It does take two to tango,

So wherever i go,

My Shadow follows-

Or perhaps the verse is twisted-

Perhaps the "i" that "i" percieve as I, is hidden somewhere in a Tree's Hollow,

Or on a ship, Sailing upon 

Some raging Sea

That aint ever existed.

Wherever the winds may lead,

I'd still be fine to wake if seaside: Blistered and Sunburnt maybe,

 Stranded, 

But never lost- 

So long as you'd wake there

Beside me.