When I close my eyes the world tips on its head.
Then it somersaults until I can't breathe.
And I have to open my eyes.
To stare the monstrous beast in its ugly maw again.
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Brain Spewings (My Poems)
PoetryPoems that have spewed forth from the inner recesses of my jacked up lil brain. Enjoy my cynicism and fanciful thought process.
Eyes Closed
When I close my eyes the world tips on its head.
Then it somersaults until I can't breathe.
And I have to open my eyes.
To stare the monstrous beast in its ugly maw again.