Among Madmen
What if my perceived identity
Morphs into that of those around me?
Had my own become me
And if onlookers noticed
What shape would I be?
Around this one I am free
But is logical free?
Or is it fulfilling these twisted fantasies
That grasp my mind
From time to time
Would it be a crime?
To seize the moment
That moment of climax
Where things become erratic
And I can only live If I have it
Only to sink back from a panic
Into a realization of love and magic.
Is it mine or is this that guy?
And around her the stars align.
She hears the laughter
And screams shake the door.
Coaxing the urge to break
Disguises
His eyes
Fractal out to the core
Upon observing he comes to find
Their eyes always become mine
the most captivating of your piece, is the title. 'Among madmen.
and what if your perceived identity becomes that of those around you.
nice piece.
This is such a nice poetry
But is logical free?
Or is it fulfilling these twisted fantasies
That grasp my mind
From time to time
Would it be a crime?
To seize the moment
That moment of climax
It has good formation of words
Great work from the authOr
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