A Stretching Madness

The Stretching Madness is writing my story.

Hollow my pages appear to it.

My conquest in life to be more holy.

A chapter on mockery it makes a hit.

Yet I have only become more lonely.

Madness stretches my mind too thin.

And to the world such minds seem mighty.

Tearing apart the heart within.

Nobody wants the time to feel.

Mighty makes our outsides shiny.

Such beauty make us pass for real.

And sorrow writes us books for money.

The Stretching Madness comes laughing in.

Many books have made the scene.

 Man has his heart inside the sea.

And no one knows how to pull him in.


This amazing photo is by Angedevil on DeviantArt.



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