Insanity

3-17-15

It slowly chips away at
My soul, like a faucet
That has a drip, that
won’t stop.
Quietly at first, then
Evermore present in
The depths of your mind.
At first, it was just a sound
Then it began to magnify
Too become something
Different.
It is in your head, shattering
Your thoughts, chasing
Your humanity into
Darkness——
You must do something
But what? Do you run,
Attack it, or let the sound
Drown out all rational
Thought until you break?
A simple dripping of
Water,
or words,
it is
All the same!

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