I have a question, but first a little insight..
I once had ambition. I once had creativity. I also once saw life as the most precious thing a human mind could possibly comprehend. The only thing wrong with these thoughts is that they are derived from a mad man's mind. I have broken my mind somehow and fixing it tears through to a new place. A place of blind pain and confusion. A place where the monsters lay and the demons play. A place where silence I a gift and the sounds alone are enough to make you piss yourself. It's not a place for the weak, so that brings me around to my question.
What the fuck am I doing here?
The place I seek is cold
It's dark, damp, and silent
A place the devil sold
For it contains the most violent
Before I broke my mind
I could not find this place
Now the deed is signed
And it rests behind my face
I hear their screams and laughs
I can't tell what is true
My heart is torn in half
By beings my mind had grew
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PoetryI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
