Some days it is as if
I am watching myself from afar
Slowly descend into feverish madness.
No-
They call it madness,
but i call it inspiration.
Inspiration that can skew to self destruction
But i've always been careful.
For i am still alive, am i not?
My imagination’s death toll?
0
So allow me to dance,
To live in my own bliss.
that has never killed a soul,
has it?
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Author:
DeadRose (
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