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STUCK INSIDE THIS HORRID PLACE



THOUGHTS AND SOUNDS BOUNCE OFF MY WALLS.



TODAY OR TOMORROW I WEAR A DIFFERENT FACE. DEEP INSIDE ME A FIRE IS LIT



AND A STIRRED UP VOICE UNTO ME CALLS.



I KNOW I AM NOT CRAZY,



AND YET I HEAR AND FEEL THEIR SCREAMS.



MY INNERSELF GOES HAZY,



THEN PLUNGES INTO A DEEP BLACK PIT



OF RELENTLESS FRACTURES AND SHATTERED DREAMS.



I SHAKE THE ICE OF DEATH AWAY



LIKE SCALES UPON AN ANCIENT SERPENT,



STILL THE BLACK CLOUDS OF THE TEMPEST STAY,



LINGERING IN MY FADING LIFE



AND STILLING ME IN AN ENDLESS TORMENT.



THE HAPPINESS I'VE HAD HAS FADED



SLOWLY BUT SURELY, DELERIUM SETS IN.



INSANITY FOR LOVE I'VE TRADED,



FEELINGS LOST IN ENDLESS STRIFE,



A PACT WITH DEMENTIA, CALLING FORTH IMMORTAL SIN.



AND SO I SIT, NO THOUGHT IN MIND



SHE CONTROLS MY HEART,



AND THIS I GIVE TO HER.



FOR IN MY SILENT DEMENTIA,



SHE IS ALL MY HEART HAS LEFT,



IN THIS PUTRID INSANITY.