keep telling me its fake, how well does that seem to be working out?
It's from my head you see;
I'm spewing bile everywhere,
but its from my head you see.
I'm sick in ways they can't explain
and so I'm left insane.
The insanity running rampid
through the halls of my own mind
are nightmares you couldn't even dream.
The sun reminds me when its morn
yet my soul could care less
its become so torn.
The precious trinket
that kept my sanity was stolen
and they won't give it back.
Screaming for redemption in an iron room.
Praying someone
even a spirit should hear.
Infested with the harbinger
of troubled thoughts.
They laugh and taunt
and won't shut up.
I can't save myself when all i am
is lost in the smoke
of chaos and darkness
Poetry by montana
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Written on 2016-12-18 at 00:57
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