Ramblings of A Madman

JunkYard

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Violated

As is the faux silence desperately held beneath my
closely guarded lips,
a restless spirit manifests into the opened minds
of many a man.

Existing solely on disturbed thoughts, unruly feelings,
fleeting images, and mind
they form a viable essence, then travel far beyond
original home.

Brilliant in quest, a great force thrusts the new entities
into mankind's
mental dimensions, and into the very grey matter
of unwary hosts.

The restless spirit harbors thought, and the illusive silence
is tied to my own mind.
This mental rape screams a voiceless panorama, and insanity
is tacked to my invaded soul.

I wrote this under the influence last night. (I few bowles, and half a bottle of Jack Daniels)
 
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