The Invitation

poem by: Tatted Gentleman
Written on Mar 16, 2016

I built these nets, and these snares, and it's rare, but it's there. It is safe in this place in this part of my brain. Where I consume, my views, my go throughs, in this room. In this space in this place where darkness consumes. I keep it in, so I win, and don't let up not even for few. If I do, instant doom, no wiggle room for you to consume. Any part of me, or my reality, cause if you see, it'll be my vulnerability. Instantly, the walls crashing, and there's possibilities in you hurting me.

 

Tags: sad, rhyme, metaphor, confused, dark,

 

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