There, in the middle of no where,
I stand naked in thought, pondering death.
That thought in my mind, forcing me beside,
I am drunk in ecstasy, next to me stands the demon.
The mindless rambling, continues in conviction,
Leaving blind inside, too lame to die.
I hold my own discourse, hoping love would pass,
But no, why couldn't it be like a morbid winter's breathe?
My mind continuing, it's senseless beating,
Forcing me into the abyss, which creates my apathetic sanity.
The counteracting world, behind the small compressed doors,
Of the place I long to be, golden rays no longer surround me.
I cannot belong here, to anyone sane I should be dead,
Along the same displeasing harmony, I revolt on thee.
Personal horror stories, of childhood memories,
Still bring the thoughts of death upon me, and with it the demon.
He has at last come, for the evil within me,
He may have it, but my life is not for he who destroys.
The last of my final judgments, I tell you,
Stay distant from the man in the hat, the black and red top hat.

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