A Possessed Pony – Twisted Prose

Silence lost in a sea of noise,

crumbling self loathing,

wanting to avoid,

we segregate and subdue ourselves,

we enslave,

we eschew,

imagination regulated to false hopes,

as the eyes tighten on their prize,

lies upon lies,

masks over masks,

a country at war with itself,

tired eyes sewn shut,

I want to,

but I can’t,

my cowardness beseech me,

my mirror self is mysterious to me,

there is a window we can all go through,

there is a door that must stay shut,

a hollow wall now broken,

a system withered away,

your odds are against me,

play dead,

play something…

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