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Heartening Secret of the Lost Soul
To be mad is to be lost, lost in mind, body, and soul. Many have yet to meet this horrible fate, although many are also the cause of it. To know the truth, that we are all bound, bound by the chains of hope, religion, and love. I want none of this, but I have it; it lets you down and angers you. It keeps going over and over in a vicious cycle. Why do I ask you? Because we are chained to it! When you have this madness, you shant be so ignorant, but shall want to end it. You shall see all the madness, the madness this world has to offer, never to escape it! Maybe in death, but no one knows! Ivy Renee Bledsoe Copyright ©2003 Ivy Renee Bledsoe | |
Resisting the Fog
Fog drifts in slowly, cutting of sight and heat. Alone, isolated, weary of the unknown. Lurking in the fog can exist many possibility's, possiblity's unknown to me and you. Run hide while you can, however you can't run from me, don't bother, I will find you! Sufficating the fog is at will, dark and gloomy with no resistence. Risist me and die lonely and lost, lost in the ever insanity mind. Clouded over judgement, take is away, away to a far place in time, guess who follows, fog! Ivy Renee Bledsoe Copyright ©2003 Ivy Renee Bledsoe | |
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