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LogicfromLogic
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Slipping. I am slipping down that slope,
The slope of disrememberance.
Slipping down the slope of unease,
of places that I know I should know.
Slipping down the slope of bliss,
into a sea of madness.
Always falling, my arms thrashing,
my hands grabbing at the vines that aren't there.
The slow decent into the abyss, I know that once entered,
there is no turning back.
I can see it now, the wild rush of heavy thick water,
just below my eyes.
My ears detect the faint sound of a voice,
and another wave overtakes me.
A new kind of blackness resides, deep within the caverns of me.
Slipping down the slope of confusing madness.
The slope of disrememberance.
Slipping down the slope of unease,
of places that I know I should know.
Slipping down the slope of bliss,
into a sea of madness.
Always falling, my arms thrashing,
my hands grabbing at the vines that aren't there.
The slow decent into the abyss, I know that once entered,
there is no turning back.
I can see it now, the wild rush of heavy thick water,
just below my eyes.
My ears detect the faint sound of a voice,
and another wave overtakes me.
A new kind of blackness resides, deep within the caverns of me.
Slipping down the slope of confusing madness.
Just another poem that I wrote after realizing something.
