** Notes** should I finished the rest of
this? I'm not sure if I should or not..
In The state of being called delusional.
Suffering from intellectual deterioration.
You know where I’m locked in my
Own secluded area, disorganized.
The world want to call us a loony, but
I just called it being unstable, unfit, or
Even a little paranoid.
You know the comparison between
Heaven && Hell, the complete
Opposite of sanity.
You know when you
Think your own shadows &&
Silhouette are following you..
[The Scream]
“ Please stop following me”,
The scream represents escape of
Configuration. As sounds
Plays in my fragile mind..
A struggle of gaining control.
As the laughs, enthusiasm play
Carried on beyond the
Echoed whispers that
Plays a tune in my skull..
[The Echoed.]
“You can do it, do it now”!
As I’m being stalked by the
Devils pleas, I’m crying &&
Slashing amongst the victim
Of my own flesh
Engulf from my own
Corpse that are laying
Within a puddle of my
Bodily fluid.
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