Escaping Review
Unsettling accounts
of the days gone by,
My nerves do not mount
to a hill of beans,
But, I am screaming
out the days,
The days of meaning
the days of numb.
Unsettling words
the count the stars,
My vision blurs the world
unseen by martians,
But, i am screaming
out dictionarys,
The dictionary
is putting out words.
Unsettling feelings
that rumble in the seat,
Counting the reelings
of the bumps on my head,
But, I stand again and again
dizy at first, falling at last,
Falling in to the darkest oblivian
I must escape to Orian.
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