Writing last night soooo... here it is, bwah.

I feel it
feel you inching slowly
one move away
one hint away
from my heart
from my everything
seconds away from my sanity
I hear you in sleep
awaken with truth tied to clouds
bubbles popping
and within this eternity
I glance
beyond this crystal ball
a second away from going crazy
I hear the branches breaking
as you inch towards me
meek as a deer
as a dove
feeding steadily from grains of reciprocation
little do you know, you're inches away...
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idiotic proclamation
misery misses the fitness
the clarity of a healthy mind
a simple break
broken behind bars of stained-glass repression
a voice engulfs a century
music calculating the moves of the new generation
sweeping old rugs cut right back under
whether insane or ashamed
whether asleep or awake
these things, they bring seven strings to light
they mistake the eighth as insubstantial
as a prayer to cruel gossamer hope
I feel the tension ease beneath my feet
as I struggle to regain sight within sight
I slink towards defeat in the name of inspiration
I lose so I can hope to win
I forget so I can hope to gain
I linger so I can hope to escape
I am insane
afraid not of losing
but of playing the game
and I feel myself slinking all the same
I find you here- meet me halfway?