The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Within the whispers of world once masked by the breath of a happiness no longer mine,
seize the air like it was a moment given not taken,
suck the venom from the wound and pleasure yourself to the excitement,
separate the mirror from the image and know your reflection is not your own,
stop and wonder,
stop and wait,
the wail,
the whisper,
softly,
the journey,
slowly,
is only beginning,
silence,
turn out the light!
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