Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Sanity

 
Invading the caverns of my brain
Devouring matter considered sane
Hinge of reality now rusted not gold
Fibers worn thin have broken this mold
Realms that echo still claw at me
Existance, survival, thus all tragedy
Feet dragging to pursue the way
Cower amongst society as prey
Vipers await their perfect chance
Life and death intertwined to dance
Pitted, hollow, eventually caved
Once beautiful, now labeled depraved
 
©S. Austin Vincoski

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