Sick Minds

by Quinn Specht   Dec 20, 2007


It's all around,
that twisted fate.
Haven't you ever stopped,
to take a look around?
There is nothing left,
time is no healer here.
I stand still...
in this tiny room.
It feels like a perverted fantasy,
turned towards the sky.
I close my eyes,
only momentarily,
to find no sanctuary.
I feel lost amongst
the sick minds.

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