"I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again."
~Nicole Lyons, Hush
As I work at my desk...
I look at the picture
The red blanket
The red sweater
The hand holding the red apple
The efficiency consumes
The mania rushes though
It absorbs my soul
Its color is red
Like the apple in the picture
Hanging on my dining room wall
I look at the picture
The red blanket
The red sweater
The hand holding the red apple
The energy can be too much
Bursting through the barrier
I built in my mind
It is a battle fought by the best
Lost by some of the greats
Only the strong mind will survive
I look at the picture
The red blanket
The red sweater
The hand holding the red apple
Knowing there isn't a balance
Just pure unadulterated power
With genius level existence
And a grandiose since of self
Haunted by my lack of resistance
Of my ever shrinking sanity
I look at the picture
The red blanket
The red sweater
The hand holding the red apple
I pray I don't lose myself...
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