Monday, October 8, 2012
If walls could speak, they’d whisper your secrets
Your struggle to lose a staring contest with the dark
Your thoughts in a sound proof quarantined mind
Poisoning a web of veins that once seemed lively
You’ll always wonder how the other half lives
Existing weightless while you only fall deeper
Within yourself and your maze of a mind
But what if you were as sane as the rest?
Perhaps your blood should no longer see your insanity as foreign
Perhaps life without insanity is a life not truly lived.
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