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hopscotch for the mad

 
i pressed my face to the stars
& spoke to them
in hushed tones  
they answered in code
 
i couldn't decipher their language
so i went to a soothsayer
she said it wasn't for me to know
the secrets of the universe
 
i reached with my mind
to the furthest distances of space
sought answers where i could
in my madness bane
 
so tortured was my existence
clouds of voices circled my mind
with hiss & whispers
 
here i am once more
i believe i may be mad
vodka tears no longer  
keep them at bay
 
i have no other talisman
to silence the din
so I feel intently
for hairline fractures
evidence i've cracked
 
i'm afraid once i fall into the dark
there will be no coming back
so i teeter on the edge
playing hopscotch for the mad
 
one, two
the men in white  
are coming for you
 
three, four
better lock your door
 
five, six
time for a Thorazine drip
 
seven, eight  
for the reprobate
 
nine, ten
fear the loony bin
 
 
 
 
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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