The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Catatonic whispers said on the bed of death, how the pretty kids lie on their feet, symptoms of a withering hand, upheld not without, a fornicated system, a mirror showing the true face of your insanity, a mirror that’s more like a window, an opening, a hole, somewhere to venture, a perfect place…
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The intricacies of my insanity 