There are hands in my mind
\nReaching in and rummaging around
\nThrowing out what is unwanted
\nDigging deeper for treasure
\nPulling out string
\nAnd throwing it up into the sky
\nMaking a spider web
\nTo hold up the stars
\nSuspended on the strings
\nOf my diseased mind
\nPulling out words
\nLike building blocks
\nLying them on the ground
\nAll around you
\nLocking you in
\nYet building you up
\nJust to knock you down
\nFilling me back up
\nUnraveling the web
\nOf the universe
\nPutting it neatly away
\nBack were it belongs
\nBut it will never be the same
\nBecause at one point
\nIt existed as a whole
\nIt was real for even the slightest
\nOf moments not just a thought
\nBut a real tangible thing
\nWhere you could reach out
\nAnd grasp onto the
\nThe trail of stars
\nThe spider web threads
\nWeaving in the cold night air
\nEach lone star lighting up
\nThe dark night sky
\nOnce it has a taste of reality
\nIt becomes a hunger that never abides
\nBecoming a monster
\nAlways wanting something more
\nBut you can\u2019t give it life
\nYou can\u2019t give when you have
\nNothing left for your self
\nMy head is empty
\nYou took out all the words
\nAll the thoughts
\nAnd left me nothing
\nBut a darkness and sadness
\nThat consumes my entity
\nAll that is left
\nIs the string of a spider web
\nOn which I weave the sky
\nYou can\u2019t fix me
\nI don\u2019t want to be fixed
\nThis is who I am
\nWhat I was meant to become
\nSo I close my mouth
\nAnd lookup at that sky
\nOf spider web stars
\nKnowing within them
\nLay the words
\nSlowly unraveling into
\nSomething entirely new
\nThat the world has never seen
\nThe sky sags under its burden
\nCrying as its words fall forth
\nFalling to the worlds feet
\nWhere we pick them up
\nAnd use them as we will
\nTaking something that never belonged to us
\nAbusing them and destroying them
\nWith no regards to the spider webs
\nThat held them up for so long
\nHeld the words of power
\nThe words of life and creation
\nMy words<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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