Fringe of san/e/ity

By Evil Ash

walking in cirlcles my thoughts are broken like the crumbling of mountains
falling through the cracks of madness pooled in my thoughts ...they twist
and distort my heart to a ruefull color of blackness and swallows my soul
as if time has opened its mouth and i drown in the sight of her eyes ...jaded
like a stereotyped monster i change and transform to a number of dreams
i cant describe ..waiting for soft touches of memories to be made but nightmares
are seldom recieved on shores that bleed to hearts that scream in silence

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Published on Monday, September 12, 2011. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Rant"