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A Taste of Me; A Taste of Insanity.
I was never one to expect
a happy ending.
I was never one to dream
of that happily ever after.
But now I find myself waiting.
I’m not sure what for,
but here I wait.
I’ve drunk my own concoction
of instable reality.
I’ve fed myself a feast
of stable insanity.
Now I’m dancing
in this dizzy world
that holds still as it watches me
fall.
I’m standing in one place,
but the ground keeps slipping away.
Each shift sends me
another
level
deeper
into
Darkness.
I’m in light.
I’m surrounded by light.
I dress in light.
But me?
Inside of me?
I get lost in the consuming black.
I can’t tell you about me.
You wouldn’t want to know
anyways.
You don’t see any tears do you?
Not a single
drop.
You’ll have to be
very quiet.
They’re as
silent
as
Darkness.
As deadly as
Darkness
hiding
in plain sight.
This is an
upside down
world I live in.
This is a
lonely
world I live in.
But I wouldn’t dare ask you to join me.
This fancy
seductive
creative
demented
invitation must go to waste.
Oh, hear the howls of disappointment.
It wants another
playmate
plaything
It wants another doll
to break
in the depths of its lovely,
destructive
Darkness.
Once you enter
here,
The door
disappears.
Don’t come for me.
Don’t try to rescue me.
Forget
me.
I was never one to imagine
that I was a captured princess.
I was never one to wish
that prince charming would save me.
But I find myself here,
in
stunted
motion,
in
frozen
breath,
waiting for something I can’t name.
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