I fall further into an abyss The mist grows thick Escaping into a mental bliss curb my fist Onto a pencilUtensilI use to peruse The abused battered places Appearing as an oasis Spaces unproved for safe dwelling I'm telling, you all What it feels like,The fall The pain skin my brain,Causing me to write When left I Cameron winter seasons, demons,Intersecting insane,Parallel to hope,Perpendicular to pain.Telepathic communication Is not in vein.Clairvoyant symbolism within my plain,Field of view,Lost some of you, in love and war Controlled real young so my mind is sore Hard too the core I soar Even in the abyss I see the door.
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