Sharp piercing memories

Take root in my mind

Supplanting reality

With their existence.


Thick tendrils wrap

Along thin walls,

Ripping, pulling them

Down around me.


Binding and choking

They constrict, on my neck, 

Leaving me gasping, 

Clawing for air.



Are not



Cruel, Cold Phantasms of the Past

Their icy grip spreading,

Cracking, leaving spiderweb

Breaks on the mirrors.


Dragging me under

Down into the depths of 

My subconscious mind,

There leaving me to drown.


A mind is only as strong

As it's maker.

And the maker

Has only the mind to rely on.


Circular logic spirals on endlessly

A whirlpool of thoughts and emotions

The bottom is


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Companion piece to Mindshattered.

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Memories, Like The Corners of Something

"...Cracking, leaving spiderweb breaks on the mirror..." On it, not in it - nice. I read long to run into a line like that. I hear whirlpools, I feel the pull of the vortex. Nice mind for literature - any prose? ~Allets~





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As for prose...

No prose as of yet, most of what I write comes out rather lyrical and is thusly better suited for poetry or song. Next time I write some though, I'll post it in the unfiltered format.