I haven’t been breathing since I left.
Luke warm rings of metal are clamping my insides
Restricting movements in fear of eruption. My heart is racing of fear again.
I am the fool. I cannot control the truth
I am fed dreams and cloudy lies as paper thin as my mind and mission.
Rivals using me as an ally
How much can I take before I break?
I am already dancing perilously close to the edge.
Regardless of all warnings I am swimming in limbo.
My mind will not decide. Chaos or Cosmos?
Will opposites ever be able to unite?
The steril sheets of this room whispers
expectations and anxiety.
This space is for rent, much like the chambers of his heart.
Is it worth the spending?
Will I ever own it?
I am scared. I am the fool.
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