Origin of the Madness Battle, a Mental Ramble

I do not have the locket of information,

Just swallow it down then spit out the tomorrows.

What did it mean?

I know where you originated from, but do you know where I reside?

There never was a clairvoyant channel between our lies.

Between friends the channel didn’t exist.

Friend or foe, what does it matter?

You are simply composed of my thoughts.

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Sunday

A quick poem I wrote about the mental roller coaster:

Lost in my delusional devise.

Taken from myself in a dream.

Did my hysteria come as a surprise?

I never meant to make you scream.

Please just listen to what I say.

Hear me out, hear me clear.

I promise I won’t go away.

But at this point, I may just disappear.