Oh, my mind is a haunting place to dwell.
Cracked doors and cobwebs.
Dark corners,
and the faint flicker of light in all the wrong places.
Crushed and broken,
born again and rebuilt.
A space that thrives
on secret dreams and aspirations.
What you covet most,
you receive an unsatisfying dose
then is snatched back,
to break you once more.
Lost and searching,
with nowhere to go.
Roaming hallways,
terrified to open those cracked doors.
Do not enter.
Endless and twisted.
Cracked doors and cobwebs.
My mind is a haunting place to dwell…
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