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Never ending mania that somehow ends tomorrow
Inadequate faults that carry me up on broken backs
Shadows turning into night time I'm starting to get scared.
The faults start to gain strength they're fighting, they're mad.
Oh god not again- the worse thing I've feared...
Disgusting repulsing orchestra of mania happening, alas..
Check-out I'm gone - I'm fucked up from home
You want to get some?
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE
I don't feel okay ..wait ... I feel fine
I'm feeling so content and lost at the same time.
Trumpets blaring of pain
Clarinets of blame
Piano of shame
Then you can slightly hear the beautiful chime of confidence in a triangle sound..
the piano starts to play a beautiful melody forcing me forward bound.
the trombone came in ... Knocked me off my feet back onto the ground.
Not again this MANIA of a beautiful disaster coming in such glorious sounds
Doesn't make any sense until the next day-
I'm fucking crazy I'm must be INSANE
Shadows turning into night time I'm starting to get scared.
The faults start to gain strength they're fighting, they're mad.
Oh god not again- the worse thing I've feared...
Disgusting repulsing orchestra of mania happening, alas..
Check-out I'm gone - I'm fucked up from home
You want to get some?
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE
I don't feel okay ..wait ... I feel fine
I'm feeling so content and lost at the same time.
Trumpets blaring of pain
Clarinets of blame
Piano of shame
Then you can slightly hear the beautiful chime of confidence in a triangle sound..
the piano starts to play a beautiful melody forcing me forward bound.
the trombone came in ... Knocked me off my feet back onto the ground.
Not again this MANIA of a beautiful disaster coming in such glorious sounds
Doesn't make any sense until the next day-
I'm fucking crazy I'm must be INSANE
Published 12th Dec 2015
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12th Dec 2015 5:03am
well of course your crazy, but thats not the issue, it seems you blame yourself and put to much pressure on your self,
accept the mania, be it , and fuck everyone else its not your fault, you cant destroy what u cant see or touch , so you must adapt, make it your bitch,
sorry if this is critical, i really loved the poem, great darkness
accept the mania, be it , and fuck everyone else its not your fault, you cant destroy what u cant see or touch , so you must adapt, make it your bitch,
sorry if this is critical, i really loved the poem, great darkness
12th Dec 2015 5:09am
12th Dec 2015 9:29am
I love this idea - musical instruments as emotional trolls :-)
really good fascinating write, gave me some needful inspiration this morning :-)
really good fascinating write, gave me some needful inspiration this morning :-)
16th Dec 2015 7:17am
that's a maniacal orchestra for sure.
sing out your sad melody,
w/a choir of angels for backup...
sing out your sad melody,
w/a choir of angels for backup...
