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The pen game (A pt.2 in my study)

Back in my study once again, now with more confidence.
I bring forth the voices in my head for a grand conference.
No knife this time, not even my drink.
Writings scar the paper with blood red ink.
A masterpiece shall be written with all our love!
A lapse in time... What was I thinking of?

I’m still breathing you won’t get at me this time.
A breakthrough masterpiece with perfect rhymes.
Writing faster and my thoughts do not slow.
The broken mirror is here and anger shows.
The pen stops as if it were shot dead in the head.
Reading back over the thoughts spewed in red.

Again my study empty but my pen and broken mirror.
Aware I am breathing what it is this unimaginable fear?
Taking my pen and making way for beautiful colors.
There’s that voice not one of us but the others.
A haunting chill I force my eyelids shut in hopes of escape.
Freefall into that light letting go of that self hate.

Slowly my senses returned, I knew I was breathing.
Once again this darkness taunting and feeding.
I regain my focus and look back to the page to write.
Haunted by an empty canvas that pale sad white.
In my study the safest place I could possibly be.
Mental illness once again playing with me.
Written by miseryomy
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