Cut-out

I am a cut-out in her hands

I’m a piece of blank paper, fallen in the sand

Beauty is fractured here, silent.

All the images I see are tricks of the brain
I close my eyes to cut out the visions but
It remains the same am I insane when I repeatedly
Visualize and act out the same things but when
All is left will I cut out that part of the
Brain

Ansanity it seems,
Has become the premise of all my dreams

Got off me remove this vision I'm the only one to see because you are all in my head