Curtains and Alleys

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.