The door's open.
You see it
I see it
We all see it.
Yet, you turn around.
You walk away.
You looked me DEAD IN THE EYES.
And then you turned.
And walked.
Because you couldn't handle me.
Or I couldn't handle you.
You can decide and despise which one you want.
YOU ARE READING
The Edge Of Insanity.
Poetry"Poetry gently teeters on the edge of insanity, absorbing both the side of the normal man and the demon that yearns to destroy itself." -Myself, 2019 An Insane male simply writing poetry.
