This plastic doorway to my inner madness
is blistering in the heat of my insanity.
can an insane person know they are insane?
maybe this has been a three decades long phase,
maybe it will be a six decades long phase.
hounded by my senses by my knowledge of my
breaking mind.
Achilles knew his death lay in Troy.. yet his ego
drove him their anyway.
Madness.
This fear of life seems instilled in me,
from birth, from my genes, from my father, my mother,
my brother, my ... soul.
whispers speak to me of madness.
Accept the fate I belong to?
wreck a new destiny from the ashes of my mind?
Live within this Bell Jar of plaths demise?
the world is constantly melting around me,
with nothing but this plastic doorway to protect me.















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