| Definite Insanity |
| Written by Rachelle | ||||||
| Wednesday, 22 July 2009 | ||||||
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I'm knocking on the door of desire. This feeling is climbing, higher, higher. I'm standing on the edge of the ledge of strange. I should be locked up in a cage. I'm tearing at my hair, it's all coming out. I'm fighting with myself, wrestling with self-doubt. Mirror mirrors shatter everywhere around me. I close my eyes but I can't help but see. I'm ripping at my flesh tearing it with my teeth. I'm drinking red absinthe swimming in bloody glee. Down these corridors lined with locked doors. I close my eyes but I can't help but see. I scream so loud but no one hears my plea. I get down on my knees and cry for help. Emotions breaking out, falling off their dusty shelves. I think I'm lost in this maze made of locked doors. I feel my reason seeping out of my pores. I close my eyes but I can't help but see. I feel it creeping up, definite insanity.
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