Paperclip Chains

Papers are the pages drawn with my drips
Loose-leafed, floating, dashed
Incantation of bonfire fantasies
A bled rift vein leaves a trail of my collectiveness

Manuscripts of a hell known only to the one at point
Dots implode on the lines that connect them all
Nothing perseveres as the intentions join the oceans
Oasis inside, from a wasteland desert, mirage mind

Three-dimensional scope of a life suspended in thought
Ceasing to end, the blurred fury spat is all too similar
Same drain that always catches what is poured
Slick dream ecstasy, never ending prescription death

Lost causes seem to be the best causes now
Loose cannon head makes my world a trap
One thread left that tangles and trips, but won't break
Paperclips submit a testimony of jagged links inside the pages