Imprisoned and leached,
between walls of weakness.
I think I already reached,
the level of an insane genius.
Here in isolation,
my actions and thoughts are free.
I fear the explanation,
'cause I am not an escapee.
I am not a runaway,
anyway, my adrenaline pumps.
Today is the day,
I'll escape with goosebumps.
Goodbye isolation,
farewell, my free deeds.
Hello dreaded explanation,
of my very twisted needs.
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Rainthoughts [poetry]
Költészet[The best thing one can do when it is raining is to let it rain.] PART ONE OF THE THOUGHTS BOOKS. I write to clean my twisted mind. Here is a bit of my work. Feel free to let my words inspire and help you thinking about stuff. I am thankful for eve...
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