A Madness Like Whispers (The Mandela Catalogue)

Fear, a Madness like Whispers Coming from mirrors, or That are always just On the other side Of that closed door Until in its opening Warping to the other side Of the nearest closed door Like the blank, black shadows Hiding inside a disguise, always In the corners of your tired eyes No matter how … Continue reading A Madness Like Whispers (The Mandela Catalogue)

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The Fear of Death is §trange Living things die everyday Are we A11 not the same? That birthday cake we bake goes to The same place as the steak we eat Can't tell a difference in the End So why do we always try to Pretend That, somehow, Evil is only my End When really … Continue reading §trange Love