Stealing my soul
forever lost in eternity
locked in place
madness grips me
an enduring fear never ending

A face of stone
the cracks won't show
a river of stars lost
in the night
reasoning with myself
as I melt into nothing.

manifested will hide
and hidden will manifest -
life and death playing.

mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted

Im a broken soul
Laughing and twirling
Under the stars
Of the bleeding Heavens

" He is losing his grip "
- Oh!! Is there a grip now? No body said anything about a grip.

           Words Of Harfouchism.

The sounds in the mind confined
Aberrations
Attuned
Silent musings
Words do all the writing

A thistle in a meadow is bold and beautiful, not because it's different, but because it was given a chance to grow...


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