They say I'm off my hinges, That I'm spiraling into nothing And welcoming insanity with open arms. The voices sing me songs About love and loss, Of great battles Fought at the birth of dawn And others in back alley ways. They whisper dark things Along side the melody of light... They tell me I'm off my hinges But who's gonna believe a voice under the bed...?
Grab a book, any book, and open to page 49. 6th line. 5th word. Make a poem, and use that word as its title. Be sure to make sense, and relate the topic to title!