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Screams echo in my ears

And shrieks pour through my veins. Screaming tantrum,

Pounding, yelling, anger; Bliss.

     Life is death and death an escape

From hate and distress. Death is a door and

Life its gold silver key. No spares hang from our

Metaphorical chain

While we wait for happiness, true happiness to come; Eternity.

     People don’t survive anymore,

They merely play along in the world.

I chase my shadows expecting to find another self,

Cobwebs covering my path of shut opportunities.

     Here, in the world, we bend and twist; Madness.

     My mind splinters and snaps; Insanity.

People stare through me and I hold anger back,

Fury seeps through my pores.

     My fists clench and open, then I disappear.

When I awaken, I have already made a path

Better not traveled by anyone; Loneliness.

A single person steps through, not welcome

But at least there. My soul pours,

And is embraced; Relief.

Then off the path, detour scenic.

I yell and warn but still, trespassed.

The person continues on the new path

Darkness re-circles. I embrace it.

An old friend.