Thursday, April 29, 2010

Cracking Mind by S. K. Brown

the fog comes

slowly filling the void

suffocating, excruciating

there are no points of clearness

seeping slowly all around


pressing harder

stealing every breath

it wont come down the hole

where the darkness lays

it just floats high above

not daring to sneak in

coldness all around

deathly quiet

less my own heartbeat

it billows like smoke

almost whispering

insane hallucinations

of a cracking mind

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