It’s the games created The ones she plays Her self the sole competitor Of sheer necessity For the sake of her sanity A form of self preservation Some would think crazy Others might pity A few might find pure genius Tweaking thought process To fool the body Into believing an absolute falsity Electroshock therapy ThroughContinue reading “METHOD TO MADNESS”


  Echoes swirl Through hallowed Halls Bouncing off doors Inside my soul Meaningless words Wrapped in Illusion A singular voice Bent on spiritual Intrusion Bolt the door Against his Dark Shut my eyes Seek thy Light © jillterry