Lost In The Head, Universes Split In Half. Poem by Immortal blank state

Two hearts, combined to the touch.
Separation occurs, for those who spoke too much.
A depression seeks in, awaiting a room to enter.
Tension seeks out, ruining one’s mentality chord, straight to the center.
A virus is enhanced, and takes over.
Luck was definitely not depended on the four leaf clover.
Self esteems drop, while bombs set in.
Appetites are lost, as if hiding from all the attention within.
Flashes of photography begin being taken.
While containing all these assumptions, hoping to one day be mistaken.
Running away from it all, like a puppet cutting loose ends with its strings.
Falling into an abyss, as every other magnet in existence clings.
Shuttering at situations; approaching all of the dead ends.
Thoughts become nothing but a waste of space in these somewhat games.
A game that comes to a close when one dies out in flames.
The tea cup smashes to the ground, untouched, fragile, and weak.
Insides starve off of their outsides, as their mind begins to leak.
Humanity all witnessed, but their ears remained shut.
For eyes are but simply blind inside of their own gut.
Hoping to be accepted, buries the puppet alive.
As more glass begins to shatter, the insanity begins to arrive.

[[written on March 9th,2010]]