A battle for sanity, I close to the edge
The valley seems far below.
A darkness awaits me, a feeling of dread
Over the edge I go!
Psychosis abounds this ill-fortuned shore
Pools of phantasm aglow.
Oh wind battered streets pain me no more
Over the edge I go!
Such pressures are bestowed this sad man
Sands of ictus explode.
Thoughts become tainted, behold the madman
Over the edge I go!
Forsaken this desert, the winds of my mind
A curtain closes the show.
Straight-jackets and needles, no time to unwind
Over
the
edge
I
go!
And should I never turn back, good-bye.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a colection of thoughts or nightmares in form of poetry, some of them written by myself, some only gathered by me. The darkness is in all of us just waiting to get out, but not in the light. No, darkness reaches out for darkness, so you thin...
