Author: ichipup PM
As my left hand twitches, my other races across paper, written in my minds own blood. Madness, you think?Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Spiritual - Words: 153 - Published: 01-18-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2989741
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Black spikes of emotion push against my cage
Cracking the mask so it bleeds crimson
A scream, caught in my throat,
Suppressed for too long
My hands twitch with insanity
Needing to hold onto something
A hand gently, but firm with love
A neck, staining my hands red with anger
Cracking my head to the side, I observe
Am I crazy?
I know my mindless surrounders are blind
The seer's, seeing all, but does my underlying aura evade their vision?
Am I crazy? Has my insanity boiled over?
Visions of darkness, stained with crimson
Wide-awake nightmares so familiar,
They've grown comforting
What if they could see my aura?
Would they run from the frightening madness?
Digging my nails into my palm till I'm numb
Waiting for crimson to come
My eyes are wide, popping out of my head
Am I insane?
I am what I am, an inner me