The world stops in my presence
The colors moving, blinking, changing
The divide between reality and imagination
Grows smaller with each blink of an eye
And here I am standing
On the brink of insanity
Falling down the rabbit hole
Fading into the darkness
Swallowing me whole
Nothing is real
Yet everything is real
Where nothing is everything
And everything is nothing
Here on the brink of insanity
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoetryA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
