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Monday, April 01, 2002

Madness mask

The madness spins it's way
Around my perfect world.
Changing the way I perceive things
Lines once straight now look curled.
Further I fall, deeper I crawl
Untill the web stops me dead.
I struggle, the bonds grow tighter
My vision turns to red.
In a fit of anger I last out
To destroy what holds me back.
Then I realize it's my Mothers I've killed
My mask now has a crack.


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