Mixed

A mixed bag of madness,
Everyone and everything obscure…
A dull feeling of existence,
An angst of sorts…

A mystical feeling of elation,
Rising above the rest,
An incomplete damp,
Eating into the euphoria…

Sly, scheming demons,
Pure, beautiful angels,
Lurk and co exist,
In a land of my own doom…

I pick and choose;
Conjure up moods,
To last a fleeting moment,
And a sliver of thoughts…

Insanity contorted,
Delight misjudged,
Life sailing on,
Amidst Laughter and Tears…