It's a deep dark hole.
It pulls you inside.
You might drown or you might swim.
Those lucky bastards who swim.
We who drown can never come out.
We live in darkness now.
With no light that shines out.
We can't be railed up to the surface.
You're just lying.
We try to swim but some give up.
Trying to find happiness down here is like trying to build a mansion with only invisible bricks.
It impossible.
Maybe someone with a warm smile comes down but it's a mask.
We've all worn one.
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The Mind Is a Dangerous Place
HorrorI don't think these can be called poems. They are just horrible thoughts that go through my head. Started 4-9-16