Rage
The cage
I escaped
The noise
Haunts me
Self destruction
Scares you
Crazy things done
With a crazy song
Playing
Dead in your eyes
I'll look
No smiles
No fake
I pulled the trigger yesterday
One
Two
Three
Screws
Missing
Outside
I sit on a bench
Dark sky
No stars
I'm lost
So far from
Home Depot
1:14
In the morning
72 and counting
Kicking and screaming
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments2
Thought fragments flashes of cognizance. When one is lost not just in physical direction but in all ways. Cleverly done
A strong sense of urgency and panic caused by the feeling of not knowing what to do or where to go, nicely expressed and written
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