Rorschach

I open and I see the flaps of a life gone past

And I open once more to two figures black and masked

Dark pools circle around, forming my fear of social norms

Animal skins appear like the rough bark for a tree adorned

The mass of black anteni, huge and round

Now a flower spits from the dying ground

Near the end lies the creation of life

The end lies the creation of heart

All for the animals to tear it apart

Now surrounded by noise and shade

I see the cracks of a mind unmade