Night Terrors:
A hundred faces pass me by; and I'm terrified of fifty. All unassuming and innocent faces of monsters burried underneath. For when their expressions are rearranged they all seem to morph into that one singular face. The face of my nightmares.
They become an army palming redundant weapons. Hurling them recklessy across an imagined battlefield in my mind. And there's nothing to shield me, just as there is nothing to be shielded from.
And an unceasing battle for the facade that is my sanity commences. Reducing me from my high seat of superiority to the likeness of a snivelling wretch.
But I still hold hope for mastery over my fears. Because when there's finally nothing to run from, there's everything to run to.
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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...
