@TORtalks

Between the battles in my mind, the trenches.

Palms on my forehead,
my mind is a nuclear warhead.

Unstable, no way to disable,
push the button, cut the cable.

Evacuate the wounded,
send in the able.

A young boy dies on the table,
bearly got out of the cradle.

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I tend to scribble once in a while, I found this and remembered when I wrote it. Just starting to get back on my feet after a pretty tough round with depression or melancholia, witch I think sounds nicer. I think very different when I have my down periods, I tend to just go with it and allow myself to explore these odd angles of life.

Even if it's dark and grey, it doesn't mean it has no beauty :)

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