I hate when rush me

Quick-en my processes

You make my words sour



These thrilling words that excite you do not come easily with haste

It is a fine line I walk

It is a limbo of Sanity

For fragility occurs in this method



In stillness of day, I imagine worlds of my making

Elaborate stories of madness

Fabrications of the bizarre

Constructions of terror


I twist myself into the unnatural

Disturb my peace

While you

Wait, to claim


Time is the crucial detail needed

For untwisting

Mending the broken


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