Delirium

COLD
VICES
CRUSH each piece of my cerebellum
EXILING one from the other from the other until
my mind is being held together by
THIN badly
DETERIORATED thread
STRETCHED to its
LIMITS its
BREAKING POINT
and with each passing moment i fear the
STRAIN and the threads will
SNAP one by one in rapid succession each
LASHING out at my sanity and leaving me
BROKEN
ALONE and
WEEPING

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Feb 5th 2008

Tags:: delirium free verse
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Weird poem. I actually wrote it in my sleep...i like it though ^^

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SuppaiNoIruka Says:

I routinely come up with poems and prose in dreams or in that place between waking and sleeping that I'm always so proud of but I can never remember. I like this a lot!

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