I spy with my beady little eye,
the vortex of human emotion,
vibrantly bold with intensity,
a manic maelstrom of commotion.
My thoughts are spinning out of control,
like a hurricane invading land,
right now there is not one lucid thought,
my minds on fire like the desert sand.
Left alone with masquerading thoughts,
confusion lavished upon my soul,
around and round in circles I go,
stuck in the whirlwind without a goal.
Voracious and not to be denied,
such the appetite for destruction,
quite insatiable I shall remain,
insanity needs no instruction...









great usage of it, oh how I know the conflicting words within this poem at times, Sometimes it sure feels like we will come unglued, but somehow we stay on that thin line of Sanity,
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