Voices

the walls closing in/ suffocating me, voices still call... trying hard to be, as it was before always longing for... ...surrender swear at the walls... forever holding me, chemical drive... useless remedy, for I know its real impulses that I feel... through the haze it agitates, all the probes in my brain... the Proze does nought, I still feel my kindreds hold me down, padded cells, what a waste, for my souls can still walk through walls, they come here to get me... get me to get you i took some liberties with Proze, which is just Prozac

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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