Tortured mind
I feel as if I am falling
Falling from the pedestal of my mind.
The mind palace is a scary place,
The place in my mind that is my own personal hell.
I can feel it taking over like a cancer.
Corrupting my soul,
Damning me to a eternal life in purgatory.
Making me feel as if I am walking,
Walking with no sense of direction.
As If I am a Raven with broken wings.
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