- Lyme disease
- ..just another pseudonym
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Hemorrhage
The mind is like a fibre fine;
snaring abound mazes of trap,
waiting particularly for a minute snap
before clutching you being mine.
Allowing it to sluggishly crack,
inviting chaos and calamity to dance,
within your mind - an ongoing trance
before feeding what you lack.
And in that moment I refuse to feed,
you will loose your sense in mind,
the grounds you stand you cannot find...
and that is the point when it will bleed.
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