Shaking yet soaring above a sky so red its bleeding.
The desperation of holding up the barriers,
The fragile walls between going crazy and existing.
Going through the motions of life yet not really living at all.
Floating over velvet quilts in dreams,
Patchwork material turning into sandpaper,
Grazing over skin, a caress that strangles every smile.
Author notes
Just random really about a bit of a crazy pyscho moment i had recently
Written December 29th, 2005
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ooooh this is dark and your last line a wonderful clincher. LOVED this. I think you penned that "crazed" element quite well. So many parts of me relate to this. Well done. ~Pam
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