Let the curtains rent to the floor
And expose the secrets of your being
Perhaps it will tell them the truth
Of your oddity
Of all the silliness that really mocks you
And drives you to immense insanity.
And perhaps also charms you in the world's eyes
But you will not let you be one of them
Even when you have refused to be some other, truly
Let the curtain rent to the floor
And crash into everything that makes it.
Let the light of your sick soul illuminate me
And teach me a language outside 'proper'
Educate me in the ways of the mad
That is if you're interesting in how mad I can be
I want to be born again in your 'dark' ways
Insane to the point that terrifies insanity
Insane in the way no books have described
Like the 'hurricanes' of 'Twilight' and 'The
original Sin'.
Reconstruct my mind.
Like the stories of movies retold, untold and told
again.
Make my mind a maze of dark alleys, where no light
dare shine.
Nkem Oyaghire and Nnanna Ikpo.