#98 on repeat

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it happened once again
in the dark twisted maze that is my mind

like the stroke of a feather
it tickled my lungs
it tickled my heart
it tickled my mind

off went the alarm

the screams came from behind
with numbers and letters
layers of knowledge

on repeat

a broken record
playing broken Mozart

a whine of despair
in an impressionists' painting
a crack in Mona Lisa

then i do part from my mind
to escape the ring
that blurs out all sound

and sanity

with a stroke of despair
it goes on repeat
emotions flow out
into an endless pit

onto someone else
destroying that shell of care
ever so slowly
as the brush
makes that lonely

line

in my void mind

on repeat

forming bars like i'm some dead beat

on repeat

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