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my thoughts race

my brain is in over drive 

there no longer whispering 

they are screaming 

in my mind there is a din 

so loud it makes my ears bleed 

i can no longer ignore them

keep your space 

or il eat your face

tolerance can take me only to far

i am going back in 

i take few people and things with me

they get even louder 

i cannot see 

my vision blurs 

insanity

eating at my brain 

like a worm inside a apple 

sweet soft tissues of sanity

eaten away by the acidic saliva

of a black worm 

razor sharp ripping and tearing 

i reopen my eyes 

i see them the blurry faces

the smoking hands 

i look down at my hands 

my flesh 

peeling back 

floating off 

underneath 

the coal black of evil 

inside 

i am as black as night

as death like as the Reaper close my eyes once more

i feel them taking me 

one last strand holds me here 

please let that strand of gold 

never let me go

il disappear   

    

Reviews

[CREEPER]

What a great piece! Your choice of words are excellent. I also like your pic that you chose or this piece.

[Alex Crow]

Keep writing! Your imagery and voice is very strong.

[Vengeance]

Starrbitt is right very good use of imagery and describing your feelings i enjoyed reading this also very good use of emotion in this writing keep up the amazing work and keep posting. We all love to read your work.

[Starrbitt]

So much imagery!!! I couldn't stop seeing pictures in my mind. My favorite part? "keep your space
or il eat your face" Luv that.. keep writing plz!