Quiet down
the
Voices.
Midday shadows
are
Responsibilities.
Choices
make us
Shallow.
Them with their hostilities.
Immerse
your
Life.
Throw
It
Away.
Mold me
like
Play-Doh.
I am their prey.
Headshrinkers
are
The Brain.
Raining
down
Bloodied.
They miss
me
Crying.
A fantasy disembodied.
Nothing
is
Everything.
You
are
Crazy.
And lunatics
are
Cruel.
They are coming out to get me.
False accusations in pretty patterns.
Ventriloquists and whatnot.
Triplicate.
That’s what you bought.
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Cracks in the Pavement
PoetryA poetry project consisting on *trying* to describe some personally selected mental disorders, in well, rhymes. These poems are original and... weird. My style is different, to say the least. I hope nonetheless that you enjoy this compilation from s...
