The hallowed layers of deepened high shrieks,

stained into the walls of the mind,

it never fades, never passes by,

heart-racing anticipation of yet to come,

hurt from the developed fear made to scare,

but yet they seem incompetent to the issue

they cannot get through.

It's absurd to me why it gets to that point,

where's the clean air away from their tainted area?

Dramatic irony, how ironic

that it cannot be foreseen to shelter the mind

from scares that don't erase, but in time do fade. 


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