Periodic Table of HysteriaA Poem by Orlando WynnHey guys, the first paragraph is merely an intro to the piece and it "truly" starts at the second. Enjoy.The element of this dark tale jumps from left to right without a warning. On the other hand it’s expected. The heat of conversation can draw all of us in to this sensation Until none of us know what we’re thinking. The story of adverting your eyes. Well the message was overwhelming and the way it was said made me feel that there was some sort of plan put in motion. I softly say lets discuss the “transformation of tissues” The color fades away from the myriad issues I sit back in my desk waiting until it all repeats again Similarities show, what everybody "could" know Within the Red, White, and Blue nothing at all is true and with my dripping red hands I take a sample of your blood for a test I won’t explain Of course you’re so drawn to the heat that seems to relentlessly repeat As it cycles once again, without a final end As long as you say you’re okay I will choose to help you out with all “that” anyway Now the data’s updated and the test proceeds with satisfaction! Reaching the end of every action Researching “love” as a theory, I believe that what we find can be usable But until it’s complete we cannot know Do you see all this world’s great nonsense? Is the cover better than the content written On all the pages held deep within? In a scientific perspective, it’s basically all the same when You and I are identical Ever since that day my eyes were opened, I haven’t hoped for futures It didn’t matter, it wouldn’t work anyway I’m confirming that I’m alive and here now once again Countdowns begin endlessly as I open up the door I don’t recall what I seek or what I want anymore A demonic voice says “Hey, it’s your turn now. How will you escape?” How do you plan to turn against your fate?
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Added on August 24, 2014 Last Updated on August 24, 2014 AuthorOrlando WynnFLAboutHello people of the planet Earth. My name is Orlando, I'm 18 and have an unhealthy habit of listening to Kid Cudi... life isn't as it seems. more..Writing
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