Psychosis Drenched in BipolarityA Poem by L4rn13Those tall, silky mannequins, aren't they mind numbing...
What a beautiful sunny day eh?
To stroll out in the mountains Watch the chimeras play. To dash through the fields of arms We'll trample the Scars In water graves of yesterday, 'cause you know what I say Names Damien Cuyler And I'm here to stay... But I say Take your gear and run away For the demons will grab you Those tall, silky mannequins Aren't they mind numbing... It's not what you think Now the black ground will sink, Sky etched in grey I guess you'll go back some day... The horror begins Ceiling closing in Everything will vanish For this social stigma Will replace with bipolar... Enigma... They call it terminal psychosis Nothing else can explain this, The 'manic depressive episodes' And the drive to kick all the problems home. Haha! Its all a dream! This Cuyler guy has never been seen! I'll laugh and joke But really I'll know... Within my confines His teeth on the cage will grind Until that day I lose my mind... I'll wait for my angel to come Hes born from shadows in corners eh son, And he'll take it all Or spear me with each horn. Let my hands free. I do not belong in here.
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StatsAuthorL4rn13Birmingham, United KingdomAboutPoem from a Poet... I shan't befuddle your mind With poems of vampires Or quadruple signs, But rather rhythmful beats. For I am a poet And express through torn seams The stories of the heart,.. more..Writing
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