Vlad Posted May 15, 2003 Report Posted May 15, 2003 Sitting and waiting, Being driven insane- Demons of your own mind, Spawning, spewing, Hidden in the dark, But not invisible. Lurking behind every corner, Your own pain and tormant, Lashing out at those who care, Betraying close friends. Who knew it could be like this, Just to sit and think?
Peredhil Posted May 15, 2003 Report Posted May 15, 2003 Hmmm. Better get up and take a walk! but seriously, this small poem is like the capsule container of a deadly drug. such dangerous thoughts so well presented. There's a lot of darkness that lurks within those brave enough to explore their interiors.
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