Burglar in the Mansion
Ear-splitting silence
Echoes around
The caves of my mind
Not making a sound
The sharpened knife's cut
So ragged and deep
Piercing the skin
Of my heart underneath
The light of the night
Does guide my soul well
Along sunny grasses
But I have no time to dwell
So I quickly tarry
Along the seashore
Waiting for a key keeper
To open my doors
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
RandomThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
