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My manic thoughts storm my mind
Dark Fantasies feed my febrile body language left broken and bereft, borderline psychopath.
Damage from adulthood infecting my Creative adolescent mind.
The inchoate storm is still too young and weak, but maturing quickly.
with an insatiable apatite always hungry selfishly feeding on my conscious, sucking out the nutrition it needs.
Claiming my conscious as home base, without my permission and rent free.
      The Storm rages on deep in my conscious
Growing bigger and meaner, turning me unpredictable and out of control.
I missed all early signs and symptoms all the subtle changes in my 5 senses.
How did i miss the coulours becoming washed out faded and dull?
  I cant even remember what fresh air smells like, the feeling of freedom in the summertime. Gone.
What happened to all the good sounds? Now techno s in my ears.
All these subgld changes no matter how small, collect to became the overwhelmed adult mind.
Taking all the colour and fun leaving a dark gray world.
I didnt watch the horizon, i didnt head my mothers words.
"stay young while you can." shed say. Now i feel creative-less and responsibility comes before fun.
I didnt watch the horizon, and now the inchoate storm
is fully formed.
And my Youth has grown old with age.

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