Ode to Psychotic Moods, eh, this is kinda old |
Ode to Psychotic Moods, eh, this is kinda old |
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(inspired by the book The Unquiet Mind... it's about bipolar disorder. I made this when I was learning about poetry formatting, and different techniques... It might be a bit confusing) Brilliantly magnified *Vividly colored! I love it when you take over me, your bodily tomb, awaiting your intoxicating rush Seductive my eyes they stare-->>> x penetrating into your lust~ ill-defined all the while (feeding) my head in total mania R u n n i n g senseless and dizzy leaving me on ^high for days for days and restless END.... taunting + the eyelids beckon... threatiningly too close almost to end the hysteria [madness] of control-less thoughts and emotions ispeaktoofastformyowngood and other tokens of forget-me-nots and you l e a v e the eyelids close.... NO CRASH \\\\\\\\\\ \\\\\\\\\\\ A cold sudden change fills my air even though you've left, you're still there in low notes piano keys hit by long, slender white fingers, belongings of a gaunt nothing that ravage my soul, gnawing the insides as I lay for hours in my bed, while the sands of the womanly figure I cannot have, sink to the bottom hollow of Hades' own for I await that rush but I stay devoid of feelings and no other solace besides the lingering death I have tasted at several occasions, haunts the jelly of my putrid eyes poisoning with time, with a needle that has been infected diseased by dirty waters of a cholera outbreak that loosens the very life of me for at least twenty or more times a day while I lie in a white hospital gown, downtrodden by the medications my mouth slightly open, in utter lows I heave my frantic-ness atop my hardened bed that has been patient to a few good disturbed minds likewise mine, as I crave your attention: high |
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