HOLE.
A ring of emptiness
it surrounds the mind
A pit of black
--leaves room for inspiration
A piercing drop
engulfs your doubts
They become others burdens
A blind uncertainty
molds creativity
The monster of colors
A grave of battered minds
fill a visible void
Plot the breakdowns of madness
A desperate being searches
for an escape
the Relapse of happiness
It makes us whole, you see?
xoxo;; geniecebird
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