

State of MindBleak white corridor, Never ending, Maybe head meets tail, But it does not stop.State of Mind
And doors, So many doors, Most locked, Best left unopened.
A new enemy, A new door, A new prisoner, Waiting to strike back
For when opened, Often scorned, Burnt and Berated, Stronger than before.
But one is fine, Stability achieved, But if more, Doors do open


Spinning SoulsTwo souls spinning around each other, One cannot live without the other, As they spin they the rip the flesh off each other, One cannot live without the other, Slowly devouring each other's love, One cannot live with out the other, Until one or both are left spent, One cannot live without the other, And they can spin no more together, One cannot live without the other, So off they rage to spin with others, For, One cannot live without the other.Spinning Souls


FoolishnessA blind, deaf man walks down the streets, A good man, A kind man, A magnificent man, And the people in the streets, They cry out their thanks to him, They look in awe at his magnificence, The man does not see nor hear things of praise, But he is not blind, And he is not deaf, And in his foolishness, While looking for which he receives, He ignores these things he longs for.Foolishness
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