TrippyNikkiPoetry

My spirit is empty But my heart hurts plenty 

And my footprints scorch the earth

The fool on her quest

I follow the path 

Which eludes all the rest.

The path with no road

It is far more daunting above 

Then it seems to be below.

I hold delusions of a dream

That one day I’ll be queen 

Just as soon as I get past

The sound of my own screams

But oh they ring so beautifully serene

I must find the balance

Of sanity and the insanity it lies between.

But death must occur first

In order for rebirth.

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