Am I mad?
No. I don't thinks so.
I'm just a innercity girl,
strolling the streets.
Circles!
Squares!
Mommy look!
I drew a Triangle!
Don't yell at me, Sarah.
the girl had to die.
She was sick.
I had to put her
out of her misery.
Her beautiful notes
dance with me,
trinkets fill the air
with pure ecstacy.
I see her...
In the mirror...
She wants...
Die motherfucker!
Your putrid life
means nothing!
I use to do that too...
but then the party came.
Damn how I wish
I never went.
Pretty flowers.
I shall save some
and give them to grandma.
Oh...
I forgot.
We are some,
not all.
We are Legion,
Standing tall.
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Psychasthenia: A Life Black Nights
PoetryMy first Book of Truth I would also like to thank XDreamWithMeX for the cover. This is a story of five friends, my personal, closest friends, and their Secrets. Very few can tell what they are, but most are too captivated by the art it creates. ~In...
