Mice In Men
Hold it all in like the deepest breath I ever took but still drowning. Taunts no different then an illusion. Confusion absorbed from my social surroundings. A childish heart within a candy store world. Only Mother Earth would know this hurt so it’s only right to look but don’t touch compared to something priceless like a diamond or a mother -of -pearl. Breadcrumb trails to a past where the mice in men tend to visit. Peepholes looking out to a overview of the public Verses the black holes within myself voiding the dark sides of a life and what you call living. Until death do us part a coo or whisper from the soul to reassure a chameleons heart. In the physical we may come to a end but in the spiritual baby steps can guide you to a eternal start.
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