In the inner workings of my mind
a cog has slipped.
Things are turning at odd times.
Fast then slow, then fast again.
Lubrication running out,
frustrations setting in.
Memories escape me.
While wild machinations
fill my head.
Life and Death,
Pleasure and Pain.
Wait, I feel the cog has slipped again.
Life and Pain,
Death and Pleasure,
Is that right,
or is it the other?
Maybe it's neither,
maybe the cog is just broken.
In the inner workings of my mind I am insane.
Shhhh...........
Don't tell anyone.
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 10:07 PM UTC
In the inner workings of my mind
a cog has slipped.
Things are turning at odd times.
Fast then slow, then fast again.
Lubrication running out,
frustrations setting in.
Memories escape me.
While wild machinations
fill my head.
Life and Death,
Pleasure and Pain.
Wait, I feel the cog has slipped again.
Life and Pain,
Death and Pleasure,
Is that right,
or is it the other?
Maybe it's neither,
maybe the cog is just broken.
In the inner workings of my mind I am insane.
Shhhh...........
Don't tell anyone.
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