"Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That for all they care, I can go to hell"***


Its a twisting path
that brings me here
and one of many darknesses

roadsigns all have question marks
(as if i should know the answer)
and
they
torment
me


Its a battle
more than a search
and its mostly in my head

"just accept it"
a thousand voices echo
from empty jars of apathy

but i spit back at them

"why would i resign myself
to unanswered questions
when to resign is just to die
and go on dying"

a restless mind
is a dangerous
insomniac
searching for the pillow
that brings sleep


I'm keeping madness in.













***Quote by W. H. Auden

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