A mind of utter proportion,
Filled with wicked vile thoughts,
Horrors unspoken of,'
Chains that'll never bind,
The insanity that lurks within.
Vast pools of fear,
Boiling like acid,
Drenching thoughts,
Fusing them into,
Unruly beings,
That break free,
And consume their host.
Serpents twist about,
To and fro,
Trying to calm the creatures,
Barely able to contain their ferocity,
Being devoured by their dark nature,
Until darkness reigns supreme.
They make their way to the control center,
A black hole of an organ,
Known as the human heart,
where nothing ceases to exist.
Drained of feelings of the past,
Like a shriveled prune in it's empty shell,
A shell that has no purpose,
In this pitiful world,
We call home.
Please tell me what you think
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Such stark images you portray here, rife with the perils of emotional distress. Reminds me of a horror movie, or a cautionary tale.
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