*...it's one of those nights,
when Im yet in battle for sanity of mind,
caught on an unraveling string line,
hoping the sand won't collapse this time;
there's none easy conversation to explain why,
wish mine thoughts & voice could find proper words,
no desire to cause unwanted hurt -
so instead...
deepen the mass growing inside,
is the martyr creature I ride;desperate to end those horrific chapters,
dissect away remnant poisons gathered,
finally silence all those pesky bastards laughter -mine heart should be scaling the beatitude ladder,
yet...
no, the hole widens & veins grow sadder -
still,
I wander the stygian for that sparkle of light I feel is there...
somewhere...
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoetryA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...