"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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