The Edge Is Near Comments

Locked inside my dungeon I call home listening to the sounds of my mind making me uncomfortable, The sounds that push me closer to the edge, it is so near and my hands scratch the walls and my head drags below my shoulders, my fist clench and pound holes inside my soul.

The edge is near and I am being pushed closer, if I fall how long will I fall for? Will it be forever or will it be fast and end quickly? My patiences are depleting and fingers are bleeding and the dirt sticks under my nails, locked inside and secluded my heart is hollow and the ideas of the brain are insanity, insanity that keeps me in the dungeon I call home, where is the sanity?
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