The pull

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Don't know what to say. Just a bit of madness.

Like a ball on chains.
The pull always remains.
The thoughts slithers and flows.
But that pull never grows.

It is the mind that rambles.
That tests how far and makes those gambles.
Always getting closer to that edge.
Madness gearing, never fearing, peering over that ledge.

No push is needed.
The abyss is greeted.
Mania running a fearsome bliss.
Fever dreams where not even close to this.

Running through the night.
Finally free to hunt at sight.
Painting the world red.
As sanity and logic are dead.


Submitted: August 11, 2016

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