A road that wraps around. Once and twice.
Up and never out; always down.
Form the ball and pass it around.
Shaking and agonizing
in the infinite sphere of insanity.
Let me out. LET ME OUT.
LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT.
LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT.
IM BEGGING....please.
Or I'm out.
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Muse of Madness
PoetryI am a hermit. Learning how to find a place to call home within me. These are a collection of my findings. From my madness in psychosis to my clairaudience that teaches me self awareness. I believe we all have voices inside us that seem to reach fro...
