My mind, a dark sequoia, towering and grim, its roots twist
deep where shadows swim. From cracks in cement—black
whispers rise, echoes of voices, half-truths and lies.
The city pulses, a throbbing swarm, but every face hides
a shard of harm. Eyes flicker past—do they know my name?
Or carve my fate in whispers of blame?
The pavement splits like fractured bone, a labyrinth where
I walk alone. Each stranger’s glance is a blade unsheathed,
their laughter hums, my sanity bleeds.
The night exhales, a breath too close, a murmur of claws,
the scent of ghost. I press my palms to the hollow trunk—
its bark is cold where my thoughts have sunk.
The branches claw at a starless sky, their fingers scrape,
but the light won’t die. A flicker—just a streetlamp’s glare,
or something worse, slinking there?
Paranoia hums in my veins like lead, a quiet hymn for the nearly
dead. The roots coil tighter, the whispers swell— tell me,
do you hear them as well?
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