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A Taste of Me; A Taste of Insanity.

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I was never one to expect
a happy ending.
I was never one to dream
of that happily ever after.

But now I find myself waiting.
I’m not sure what for,





but here I wait.

I’ve drunk my own concoction






of instable reality.
I’ve fed myself a feast


of stable insanity.


Now I’m dancing

in this dizzy world
that holds still as it watches me






fall.

I’m standing in one place,
but the ground keeps slipping away.
Each shift sends me



another





level





deeper






into
Darkness.

I’m in light.
I’m surrounded by light.
I dress in light.






But me?




Inside of me?

I get lost in the consuming black.

I can’t tell you about me.




You wouldn’t want to know




anyways.

You don’t see any tears do you?

Not a single





drop.

You’ll have to be
very quiet.
They’re as
silent
as

Darkness.

As deadly as

Darkness
hiding





in plain sight.

This is an


upside down




world I live in.

This is a





lonely
world I live in.

But I wouldn’t dare ask you to join me.

This fancy






seductive
creative





demented
invitation must go to waste.

Oh, hear the howls of disappointment.

It wants another


playmate




plaything

It wants another doll
to break

in the depths of its lovely,



destructive

Darkness.

Once you enter





here,
The door



disappears.

Don’t come for me.
Don’t try to rescue me.

Forget






me.

I was never one to imagine
that I was a captured princess.
I was never one to wish
that prince charming would save me.

But I find myself here,

in
stunted
motion,
in
frozen
breath,

waiting for something I can’t name.



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