"Destroy Coy Madness"

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Ah ... Peace. In mind and in nature.
  There is no distressful ...
 
 
 
"Tap!" "Tap!" "Tap!" 
 
 
 
I rustle to apprehend the clutter, leaving my thoughts in
  my pen, and my aspirations on that paper. 
 
Slowly, I creak and I creep. As carefully as I may go, though,
  I am betrayed. 
 
The flutter beneath my skin, rushes within and misconstrues me.
  The wood underneath me, creak softly as I softly creep,
  My way to the door.
 
Reaching for the handle, a sensation captivates me,
  And I  ...
 
 
 
"BaANG!" ...
 
 
 
The captivating sense, no longer captivates.
  The rush is still. Stagnant in thought.
 
Curiosity disguised as bravery, I snatch open my chamber door.
  To find emptiness caress my hall.
 
Fathom, a solitude of sanity. Sanctity within this door,
  My chamber is all I know to be real.
  I close this ingress.
 
 
 
"Tip ..." "Tap" ...
 
 
 
What essence may haunt me now? Beyond here, uncertainty lies.
  Here, I find regality in this room.
 
Though, I never leave. I never sleep. A delirious mind is inapt.
  I know, I am. And what I am. There is no inquiry
  to refute. This isn't bliss, in here it is safe.
 
 
 
"KNocK!!" "knock" ...
 
 
 
Will this spirit,Rid me of confusion tonight?
  Enough, I nonchalantly embrace,
 
What may lie outside my door. Opening up, once again,
  To see ... Nothing.
 
I find no reason, to keep this entrance aloft.
  In the instance of a ticking lock,I catch a concern.
     A note ...
 
Near the  postern, lying at its base. Graciously lifting
  the letter to sight,
 
No scribble comes to light. I turn inside and
  release my worry, shutting my door.
 
I walk over to my station, place the annotation next to,
  My pen and my paper. My thoughts and aspirations,
 
I have come once again. Placing pen to paper, I see,
  The note quiver with anticipation. 
     What have I let intrude in me?
 
Cautiously snagging up the note, I bring it to sight to see,
  Letters have come to fruition,
 
Seemingly to dance a mockery, across my eyes, in front of me.
  Bewildered, this must be a lie, my eyes must be enticed,
  Denied.
 
Has this really seeped in? Is this really what this
  language reads?
 
The note I read, dilutes my consciousness. The words I read
  They say, They speak,
  "Madness".
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