Falling for the darkness.

This is not just s poem its s question.
What does one do.?

When the ones one loved keep falling down the rabbit hole

Entering the shadows the realm of madcaps and hatters

Leaving me to tend to all the mundane earthly matters

I meet them in my reality, then they be like I've got to go

I know that it's their personal journey through wonderland. But letting them go pulls my soul.

I have to admit I kind of resent it. I fall for the person they bind me to them

Then they decide the world I live in is not enough for them

The one I chose as eternal companion has yet again left me completely alone

As they'd rather be talking with statues.

Florid imagination over saner views.

Or perhaps now they are preoccupied with who's been tapping the phone

Don't get me wrong we live in a panopticon a prison in a literal dystopia

Brainwashed citizens with programmed distractions and trained myopia

The double speak is real check efficiency savings or reasonable doubt or fair representation your call is important to us

But I just don't see those spiders. I preferred the relationship when it was us

We shared so much in common love and trust. Yet you had your threesome with The Marquis de Sade and Jesus

To my mind you fucked up have your love to joyriders

I see the metaphorical not the literal masked riders

Now I don't see your delusions and I've been treated like shit

But I'm supposed to place it all in context of your I'll right now

So I should be calm and understanding and not have a cow

When she uses a phrase like that I'm thinking is that colloquial or does she think I'm harbouring cows

I ask do you mean am I hiding friends that are bovine

I'm none the wiser to what to think when angrily she says " stop picking beef with me you swine"

You know I do feel the dread and that existential fear

I just don't think Kafka was being literal my dear

We aren't cockroaches for real but I get the sense of alienation

I agree with Bill Bailey. "We're slaves in an insect nation."

But despite the fact money's a concept

I don't trust the government they're wicked corrupt

I'm saying the facts are there

You left the planet and I'm still here

Rooted to the ground though I've danced in the jungles of the psychotropics

Madness has been more than an academic but a very lived topic.

I miss you crazy diamonds but as I font share the delusions

I guess I'm just left here in hurt confusion.