"Help me, i want to leave, i dont want to be here, but i can't leave, someone is coming, someone is near, it will lock away, my hopes and dreams that appear "
I need the madness to leave me be, i feel the darkness darken and see, i feel the eyes see through me, those are the eyes that take my dreams.
"Help me, i want to stay, yet i feel like running away, the eyes that see me, said that nothingness is my dreams, the eyes want to take me away, said that i NEED to stay"
The mouths are speaking, saying words that's beating, across my vacant ears, such evil words to hear. The teeth are chattering clicking and cackling. The hands are grasping, tight, not loosening. The skin, so cold, soon to get old, soon to loosen, let go, and fall. Legs kicking, vocal cords screeching, it will never end away.
"Help me, i need your guidance, i need your appreciation, your tightness and your exhilaration. I need to be repaired, i need to be fixed, please just once, give me a simple fix"
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Poems for the Crooked Clown
PoesíaThese are poems for the other side of the human heart, to enter a realm of your deepest and darkest moments to endure. Be warned, my works are original from my OWN figment of imagination and my dreams/experiences.
