Schism

I was teetering on

the edge of sanity.

When the rage I an

ocean felt rage sea.

At that age I saw

love die so young.

I saw the ample ill

made corruption.

Unyielding cries up

unto the room cry

on a leather couch I

heard all did I yes I.

What slaughter I’ll

render me a child

that has compiled

lengths for all miles.

Duty over love tall

walks my father now.

Though I am insane

family surrounds.


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