End Me


Circles! I’m running circles!
What is this madness that creeps back behind my mask?
I feel it’s gentle talons’ deeply grasping me
From around my neck and asking me
What it is I’m here for.
How can I find a way to live more?
Draining sickness through these visions
Of distances and sinful visage;
Calling out to my doubtless edges,
Climbing mountains, sounding pledges,
Hand over heart with feet on ledges;

Have I gone insane? 


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