Posted by Maynerd on February 21, 2006, at 22:29:26
sitting here, hands poised
thoughts running aimlessly
nothing real but the madness
swirling in technicolor laughter echoing on and on and on
insane words whipered in my dreams
bring a dark growl from deep inside
gripping the edge of the desk with all my force
run out the door
stars spinning out of control
thoughts keep chasing me
finally fall on bloodied knees
tears steaming
chanting is some unbegotten tongue
praying to find the anchor in the storm
poster:Maynerd
thread:611909
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