In the lower half of my brain,
The monster inside it is breaking through,
I can hear it chanting verses.
In the lower half of my brain,
A monster trying to take over,
Voices dying to bring me down.
In the lower half of my brain,
I hear them for I have no choice.
I am no longer in control,
Popping it's head out now,
My strength and my sight robbed.
I am no longer in control,
Voices striking at my worth,
Making me but what they're selling.
I am no longer in control,
My head is exploding.
(Triolet)
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Catharsis
Poetry"Nightmares exist outside of Logic and there's little fun to be had in explanations, they're antithetical to the poetry of fear." -Stephen King An anthology of my poems. Some silly, some pretty dashed serious, some rhyming and some just themselves...
