Whispers of Evil Mind
Written: May 9th 2024
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Opacity prevails in the chasm of my mind,
A subtle maze of torture and straps behind.
Hallucinations waltz within my sight flails,
Whispers of delusions—weave lying tales.
Lost in a world where truth fades away,
Bound by madness, if sanity might sway.
Creeping and crawling—archaic shards seep,
In a recess of gloom—where dreams sleep.
Smooth whispers reverberate, roles unseen,
Taunting, slandering —and sounding obscene.
I grasp onto the shards of an eroded soul,
Elusive, they dodge my grasp and bear control.
Is this an existence or just a heartless game?
Lost in an era of chaos—ingested by shame.
Aspects morph into masks of grief and despair,
I'm drowning in madness, desperate for air.
Paranoia icy grip tightens all around me,
A world of shadows, where danger plea.
I perished in a labyrinth of my proper creation,
Beset by life forms—by nefarious sedation.
A swirling vortex engulfs me in a thrilling haze,
Lost in the winding labyrinth embrace maze.
My plea for relief is ignored and hurled into air,
A whisper of madness—a prayer unheard there.
I'm struck with terror within the gloom,
Enticed by colors large and close, loom.
Reality slips from my trembling grasp,
Fragmented ideas—perhaps the final clasp.
Thus, lost and alone—I drift in amiss,
Madness enslaves me dragging me into abyss.
To grasp of insanity, to gloom I am prone,
As I delve into insanity, I find an ethos to disown.
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Sotto Poet
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