There are
Conclusions
Beginning made in my head
And no one sees how
They twist and bend into
Every crevice of
My
Poor
Demented
Head
But that's okay
With every shifting
Thought,
My empire rebuilds
And there will be
nothing
Any of you
Could do to
Stop me...
Not even the
Parts of me that know how
WRONG
This is...
They've come out to play
And this time
Darkness
(Or light, which they fear)
Will not creep
Along the edges of
The pages.
Black and white.
No grey.
I'm either in or out.
And being out hurts
*too
****
much...