split the atom

She split the atom of my soul this night
the agony of her raptorial prose
slash the cord on my emotional kite
insidious thorn from a wounded rose.

I'm the architect of my own doom
insecurity, turmoil, jagged fierce pain
Inside my head--wild animal in a room
Tearing, Clawing, Ripping around my brain

The padded walls, gods how they bleed
vinyl skin, soft foam rubber flesh
A violent massacre of gory greed
sift through that mess with wire mesh

Perhaps with time it will be right
Impatience and that tempest--enemies
struggle for power near every night
control, however, they will not sieze

Well, permanent sway they do not hold
hideous heads do occasionally rise
I beat them back with the club of gold
But not held in check, they steal the prize