Sunday, December 14, 2008

Sanity Optional

six p.m. ,
knock on the door,
Panic answers,
Depression's whore.
"Please, come in",
her smile is a twist,
Insanity's there,
he's clenching
his fist.
Anxiety grabs,
pins to the rug,
when Panic swoops
in, "Where is your
drug?" Her voice
chalkboard screeching,
Depression starts
reaching, around to
the back of the mind
he starts leeching,
all that you are
or ever will be
pours out in a
puddle of drool at
their feet.
one thing you'll
realize as you
descend, you had
the option not to
go in.

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