I have learned to love
the banging on the walls
the loud screams
late at night
beautiful sanctuary
dim lit closet
keeping the monsters
at bay
holding me close
in my hour of need.

Fear is dripping in
the single file
spine infused
droplets of angels
I have found peace
inside of the madness
this must be the world
I failed to acknowledge
outside of my skin.

Perhaps there are drums
beating down the thin
snow white plaster
that divides
sweet seculsion
dim lit closet
releasing your grip
on me
sending me down the
coarse road to freedom.

I am choking on
the black laid
bane soaked
ignorance of man
mindless generic sheep
Let me be the shepard
I have learned to love
the venal rectangle
when all I see are circles.

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