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#whitewalls
Sitting on the soft floor surrounded by white Hugging your self wither you want to or not The light is so very, very bright In your head your screaming stop Because they're buzzing so loud And it's the only **** sound But the voices in your head are starting to crowd In your brain they are circling and twirling around How did I end up here I don't remeber a thing There is nothing at all that is clear Did I finally snap, that one final little string Oh those ******* lights won't they stop My voices yell in unison, it's causing them pain That buzzing is gonna make me blow my top If it don't stop, the buzzing will dive them insane And if they go nutty what will happen to me **** it's been hours, or has it been minutes I'm not sure, seconds it might be I'm being pushed past my limits Still, tho I can't see a clock I can feel time ticking by Or maybe it's not I would know if I could see the sky But that is impossible so I just rock and I sway The buzzing has now become my back beat I know it's been years now, or maybe just days I can't tell this room is dripping with deceit I know when they open that door Drowned in my own drool Right there on the floor Just another crazy fool
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 10:55 AM UTC
Just Another Crazy
It’s warm here in the fire, but it doesn’t burn like I thought it would my mind sits exclusively in fire now no one asked if it was OK to put me here. They just did, but I don’t mind because if I start to mind, then my mind will wander and they told me not to let it do that. That’s why they put me here you see because I kept wandering drifting floating whatever you want to call it so they put me here in the fire no silly not to burn to watch so I watch the large yellow clock that ticks day and night sometimes it’s very loud too loud but other times it’s quiet That’s why they put me here in the fire no silly you can’t see the fire it likes to hide behind the white walls. You can tell because they are slightly warm to the touch. Sometimes if I ask oh so kindly, they will come out and keep me company for a while. They alert my senses. The warmth becomes hotter and hotter until I’m nothing but Ash inside, but I don’t mind because if I start to mind, then my mind will wander and they told me not to let it do that it tickles the drugs they give me they tickle make my feet go all tingly and it’s not so pleasant so I sell them to the fire, but they always resell them back to me. I always take them. They don’t tingle so bad if the fire takes them with me. Shhhhhh they’re listening and I mind when they listen because when I mind my mind will wander and they told me not to let it do that so I sit I allow them to infringe on my fire, but only for a moment because they don’t know the fire like I do they don’t know the mind numbing burn is good for you. They don’t know the painfully white walls will only climb higher if you attempt to avoid them, but I can’t bring myself to mind because if I start to mind, then my mind will wander and they told me not to let it do that
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Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 12:23 AM UTC
The Wanderer
It’s warm here in the fire, but it doesn’t burn like I thought it would my mind sits exclusively in fire now no one asked if it was OK to put me here. They just did, but I don’t mind because if I start to mind, then my mind will wander and they told me not to let it do that. That’s why they put me here you see because I kept wandering drifting floating whatever you want to call it so they put me here in the fire no silly not to burn to watch so I watch the large yellow clock that ticks day and night sometimes it’s very loud too loud but other times it’s quiet That’s why they put me here in the fire no silly you can’t see the fire it likes to hide behind the white walls. You can tell because they are slightly warm to the touch. Sometimes if I ask oh so kindly, they will come out and keep me company for a while. They alert my senses. The warmth becomes hotter and hotter until I’m nothing but Ash inside, but I don’t mind because if I start to mind, then my mind will wander and they told me not to let it do that it tickles the drugs they give me they tickle make my feet go all tingly and it’s not so pleasant so I sell them to the fire, but they always resell them back to me. I always take them. They don’t tingle so bad if the fire takes them with me. Shhhhhh they’re listening and I mind when they listen because when I mind my mind will wander and they told me not to let it do that so I sit I allow them to infringe on my fire, but only for a moment because they don’t know the fire like I do they don’t know the mind numbing burn is good for you. They don’t know the painfully white walls will only climb higher if you attempt to avoid them, but I can’t bring myself to mind because if I start to mind, then my mind will wander and they told me not to let it do that
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