Speaking out my only words,
Is it difficult for you to know.
Not only am I speaking,
Not only am I repeating,
The same words over and over.
Beat my arm,
Beat my head.
The whispers in my head,
The white cloth on my bed,
An asylum, would you say?
It's where I'm in everyday,
Dancing the psychotic dance,
Where they get to my head,
Where the guards use those bats,
And come at me with a hit.
I'm always always feard,
But I ain't always near,
So that they can't see me,
For I am broken and open hearted
Trembling with chaotic imbalance.
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Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
