I'm so lost,
                              so scared,
                              afraid.
                              I run around,
                              no destination in mind,
                              searching for something,
                              I'll never find.
                              Hope evades,
                              despair invades,
                              a masquerade,
                              my debt is paid.
                              I search,
                              mindless,
                              for rescue and hope,
                              some way to survive.
                              But inside I know I'll never find it,
                              because my end lies
                              within my own
                              insanity.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Musings of the Insane
PoetryThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.
 
                                               
                                                  