The Last Straw

Why attempt to read my mind?

Assuming images helpful to fix unresolved issues cowering in the coldest most disturbed places.

Locked away protecting those who underestimate most.

Normality nor time exist when control’s lost creative maleficent overtaken.

Discernment would terrify at the thoughts that are mine.

Conflicting battles in futile attempts to escape yet you strive to pry them out to see my horrors.

Anyway,  what would give you the right?

If these things unleash, nothing would be same.

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