walk with the wind,
against the water's current.
trudge towards your gutter.
***** others in blind hope,
hope to high godless heaven,
that you're mad enough to pass as a purist.
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find your gutter, close the shutters,
hide until the heavy wind deadens.
let your safe haven cave in,
bask in the mindless clutter.
become a fallen angel in your own armageddon.
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I found myself fall into madness so I dove.
The best thing I ever did was let go.
And with each foot I fell, the voice in my head started to sound more and more like mine.