It's the thin line between reality and fantasy.
It's the thin line between sanity and madness.
It's the crazy things that make us think, laugh and scream in the dark.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Eden
Insidious little whispers in the night
Creep through the chinks in my armour
Soft tendrils of smoke twine around my dreams
And plant the seeds of nightmares
To flower and grow into some mutant Eden
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