Brain On Fire.

Engaged in reckless abandon,
self-medicating as I gamble.
I grow more weary as I persist,
as I become more promiscuous.
Am I the victim of KIDNAPPING,
where they took my BRAIN,
as I fought them off with fists?
ANOTHER abductee gone missing—
but they won't break my spirit,
even if they take away my WINGS.
DIAGNOSED in an anti-septic hallway,
though I still remain unconvinced.
I refuse to be an EXPERIMENT;
I am nobody's test subject.
One SATURDAY,
a PATTERN emerged 
that was disturbing; it began 
with DELUSIONS
of grandiosity. 
I may feel spurned now, 
but I'm still learning.
If only this INSOMNIA 
would just let me sleep.

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