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Last Threads of a Sane Mind |
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alibaster Member
since 2001-07-07
Posts 299In my own private hell...(PA). 
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Wandering thru the rooms of my mind dancing with images harsh and unkind I spin things there with wreckless reluctance that spit and stare. Taking black pitched soul ripping it apart and twist it until spewing words slap your face and heart. Walk gently thru my mind for here things of horror love and pine. Need is written here in dread with hunger that longs to endlessly be fed Craddling gently ghosts of frenzies kind swaying sweetly upon the last threads of a sane mind. "There is an alter ego which dwells within every soul."(C)alibaster "If it doesn't bite, scratch and make you bleed its not worth it"(C)alibaster [This message has been edited by alibaster (07-21-2002 01:28 PM).] |
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Irie Senior Member
since 1999-12-01
Posts 1493Washington State |
alibaster, This must be what they mean when they say Hanging on by a thread From the first line, I was hooked. I was left with a feeling of falling .... barely hanging on ... and that at any moment sanity would be broken and never able to be put back together. You're words are powerful and this was well expressed. ~Sheri |
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MIdsummerRain Member
since 2002-05-19
Posts 175St. Louis, Missouri |
"...Need is written here in dread with hunger that longs to endlessly be fed..." I was hanging as well ~Rayne For in much wisdom is much grief & he who increases knowledge increases sorrow... Eccl. 1:18 [This message has been edited by MIdsummerRain (07-23-2002 05:13 AM).] |
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