Poetry

Bipolar Destruction

Bipolar destruction is a wound that never heals, it is open to the dirt and absorbs everything that it feels. Bipolar destruction cuts long and straight, its joy breeds sorrow and its love breeds hate. Bipolar destruction draws a map of roads that are never closed, it opens old pain and leaves the nerves exposed. Bipolar destruction is exhausted but never sleeps, it rides towards heaven when it is high, but crashes lower then hell when it falls deep. Bipolar destruction strangles with the tightest of grips, it knows when to start but not when to quit. Bipolar destruction hangs slow on it’s rope, it laughs at your tears as it pulls at your throat. Bipolar destruction is the cruelest of jokes.

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