Needless Things: Criminally Insane Cranial Minded Individual

Inside the asylum of his fractured thought, Where marrow and madness are fever-wrought, He whispers to skulls like forgotten kin, Their hollow eye sockets invite him in.

Bone is his scripture, death is his creed, Each crack in the cranium a gospel to read. A gallery of skulls adorns his shrine, Arranged in patterns grotesque, divine.

He traces sutures with trembling hands, Maps of oblivion no mind understands. Jawbones rattle like laughter deranged, To him, beauty and horror are never estranged.

Obsessed with the silence of skeletal grin, He seeks the kingdom of bone within. Madness is monarch, decay is his friend, He’ll polish each skull till his pulse meets its end.

And when the wardens bolt his cell, They hear his hymns to the ossuary well. For in his cranium, death holds reign, A criminally insane, bone-minded brain. NNN