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The Fool (Day 1)
Day 1
Insanity...
How it creeps behind you,
inside you,
waiting;
stalking;
When the second hand reaches the summit
the sand runs dry,
time becomes free
but your not
You are a prisoner of yourself,
of...
the monster beneath your mask
I stare through it's windows,
its eyes,
its...
...face
It just stares back, waiting, with what
looks like sockets with tar smeered around them
It's paint, it's mark
And pupils red like iron oxide.
I thought the decaying was it's defeat,
instead only fuels its' well being
Its funny really,
as frighting as it looks,
I just cant seem to turn away...
...away from my mirror
My
relection
Insanity...
How it creeps behind you,
inside you,
waiting;
stalking;
When the second hand reaches the summit
the sand runs dry,
time becomes free
but your not
You are a prisoner of yourself,
of...
the monster beneath your mask
I stare through it's windows,
its eyes,
its...
...face
It just stares back, waiting, with what
looks like sockets with tar smeered around them
It's paint, it's mark
And pupils red like iron oxide.
I thought the decaying was it's defeat,
instead only fuels its' well being
Its funny really,
as frighting as it looks,
I just cant seem to turn away...
...away from my mirror
My
relection
Published 20th Nov 2011
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20th Nov 2011 9:02pm
12th Apr 2013 4:49pm
This is really good and I feel this way at times until I remember to push it back and I no longer am caged but have caged my insanity... though it breaks through sometimes... lol
