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Insanity... Perhaps.

A shadow of doubt has begun to cling to his neck

 

Seeping poison in, until his existence is the essence of pain

 

In its ever haunting slumber it still will feed, for he is the snack

 

Stealing the fruitful juices of life inside, driving him insane

 

Perhaps, if you feel, you may blame it on the intensity

 

It has a way of confusing 'abominations' in the most unfortunate times

 

Shadows will scorn them blind, crawling towards a false ecstasy

 

Becoming lost in shadowed worlds and words, missing all the signs

 

Every pain he could never let go of, he held on to from the start

 

It is a feverish sickness that burns, scorches breathing lungs

 

The shadows voice inside his head, has begun to boil his heart

 

Now, forever will leave welts from shadows licking tongue

 

Ever lost in his spinning minds, contorted of all sense

 

He's gone missing in the cave of sanity, leaving a used husk of a carcass

 

Blank eyes stare at the world around, a wound that shall never heal

 

Forever searching to find a single path of light that will lead him to the surface

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Written by
kendal-anne
American
Published
Mar 27, 2013
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Notes

Not quite finished, for I'm still wanting to write 'something more'. I feel as if it is not finished.

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