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The InkwellWhat is it?But how could I explain.How does one tell otherswhat it's like to go insane?I sit in my thoughts, and drown in my headthe gray world I dwell says I'm already deadIt starts at your finger,but maybe your tongue.a big black splotch- where had my skin gone?I waved it in front of my father-told him to help me, I said"Won't you get it off, why won't it come offI've washed it and popped pills and done all I canbut this blotch just won't come off."so he took me to the hospital,but not because of the spotshe took me because I'm crazy,because he said"there's nothing there at all."So I look in the mirror and see themcrawling up my skin.I can just feel them in the back of my headtelling me to sin.And they spread so fast and only I seewhat they're doing to me.To everyone else I'm just like themjust a human being.The more I try to get them off the more they just come back.They all weigh a hundred pounds,I can't carry them all around.Heavier and heavier
the demons always winyou can fill my heart will all your might.try to weed out the sorrow lining it's depths.whisper to me that i will not fall,tell me that i won't lose it all.you can kiss me on the lips, after you've licked away the tears.and sit and wait for me to come homeas i run off to fight the shadows in my headwith your heart as my shield and your love as my sword.but the demons sucking like leeches, plastered to my skincreatures made up of evil and sintheir warm steamy breath rotting my fleshthey will always winyou can listen for the explosion,and surely you'll seethe demons, and all that she's done to methe woman, who smells so sweet-who's so pretty and smiles and shakes your hand-if you listen for the explosionsurely you can seewhat she was doing to me behind her curtains,her security.you'll watch the blood snake down the wallstaste the acid of death in the air-when you reveal my body you expose your deepest fears.but the demons, laughing, they won't careyou'll only be
With a crack of bones, I've fallen So love is a funny thing.It sweeps you off your feet. It sweeps out your insides. It sweeps away everything else, whether you like it or not.Falling in love is like falling into a cloud.At first, it's not scary, no. It's beautiful. You're up high- so blissfully high- with billowing pushes and pulls of gorgeous white around you. At first, it's the most amazing thing you could ever think of. You could ever feel. The kind of feeling that can't be induced by the most potent drug. The kind of feeling that lifts you above all else, annihilates any ailments you'll ever have.You collide with a beautiful array of a winter wonderland, a world of soft, divine dreams, an end to your hardships. Suddenly anything is possible. Suddenly, everything is possible.And then you keep falling.You don't realize it. Yo