My Mind, My Insanity
Looking through my mindSearching for something
Something I may never find
Damp and dark spaces
Rusty locked boxes
And neverending chases
Black wilted flowers
On dusty tables
And old porcelin showers
Old locked iron doors
And shards of red glass
On rotten and blood stained floors
Dark and musty halls
With broken mirrors
And odd pictures on the walls
One trip in my mind
Grotesque and insane
These are the things you shall find
Poetry by SomThinWikid
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Written on 2005-06-30 at 16:24
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