Sticks and stones don’t hurt, but

Words maim the mind, leaving thoughts

That filter through chaos, spreading

Like a cancer,

Threatening sanity,

Destroying reason.


The mind that welled

With love, Emotion

Barren now of warmth,

Seeks filling,


And darkness find seed within.


Finds a way

To destroy

Feeble defences, built

In casual companionship


Like a forest fire, and like

A rabid canine, bites

The mind that feeds it.


It begins,

The beckoning, the magnet

Of death draws closer,

Lifts its veil, and reveals

The peaceful abyss,

Of a sleep

Without end.

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