A Poem by Count Humilus

Aspiringly obligated for that infinite type of love

Reality is filling the finite contrast with obsessive delusion 

Resentful at the thought 

She thumbs at my sanity

Only to dangle the low bearing fruit of everything I ever did and do wrong over my conciseness

She drains me 

I need to breathe 

A walk on pirate

I self medicate to stay  steady

My hand trembles

I swallow the pills as I sit on the edge of the plank

Facing the endless anxiety of myself

Standing up to my bestfriends with my enemies

A blade outstretched toward my heart... as I must keep it all inside

If I anyone saw how to get out of the maze

I’d be finished

Piling on dead ends

Lets me lose myself in my own mind

© 2012 Count Humilus

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Added on October 21, 2012
Last Updated on October 21, 2012


Count Humilus
Count Humilus


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