The Insane. The wind tears through my blistered skin, Hacking at my spine making me shrivel in pain. The sea drowns my thoughts, Like a fisherman caught in the storm. The wind cackles with all its glory, The sea waves and claps with excitement. A bird with broken wings, Soars higher than I. The tears of the insane trickle down my face, As the voices of the past scream. In the palms of their hands Im merely glass, Which they crush with joy. The voices chant inside my brain, They want me to end my battle. In hope Id rise to be destroyed again, But why rise to something suffocating me? But you learn to love it, At the end of the day. They are you, You are them.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 09:56:15 +0000
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