tolling
tolling. . . .
sudden silence. . .
silence
silence
what now?
when the bell
over your head
stops ringing
when the last layers of decay
flake and peel off
when your pain compass
no longer points in any particular direction
what then?
when you wake up from the nightmare
you know that even if you fall asleep again
you won’t have the same dream
chyfrin 
Lovely, seems strangely familiar!
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but what happens when i go sane? will i still be poetical?
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Once you go sane things will NEVER be the same! It’s my understanding that the sane are ONLY able to write obscene limericks!
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hate limericks
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Ha-ha! Of course, that’s why you would never be the same if you were sane. I mean really, who could ever sit down to write one? Well, I guess a few could, they do exist.
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such creatures are usually seen in the northern climes where they have long winters
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for some funny reason I read ‘trolling trolling’ as far as a response of a decayed troll’lool lool on the WWW with no moral compass and the nightmare of their never ending idiot talk…
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