My mind's spinning, out into a dark void
Darkness and gray cover me
Thoughts and vivid images, flashing, zipping, flickering
Through my mind
I see you, I see me, I see people I haven't met yet
I see things unimaginable, I see the other side of death
There is no turning back, there is no escape
I am forced, willed, commanded to look
Visions, ghostly apparitions, specters of past
Voices telling me what the future holds
I can't grasp it, too much information
Speak louder, clearer so I can hear you!
Oh no, they're gone as quick as they came
More voices, voices over voices
Words spoken, hardly heard.
I need to understand you! Tell it to me again!
Like a scent on a breeze the words float away
Why can't I hear clearly? Am I meant to understand?
The voices ever speaking, moaning, chanting.
My skeletal hands grasp my head within them
Shaking, whirling, writhing and turning.
How can I hear them? Someone help me please!
The voices still coming, still talking, still there
I listen with all my might.
The words heard but not comprehended.
Words sailing on the wind, sailing from distant shores.
Focus **** it! I scream to myself.
Not heard by anyone else, I feel lonely.
Sailing like a leaf on a stream.
The words float on by slow and true.
I still can't hear them clearly.
Tears trail from mind's eyes.
Long deliberate trails of silver.
Seen through the dark and gray.
The trails blend in with the floating river of words.
Gone never to be seen or heard again.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 9:26 PM UTC
My mind's spinning, out into a dark void
Darkness and gray cover me
Thoughts and vivid images, flashing, zipping, flickering
Through my mind
I see you, I see me, I see people I haven't met yet
I see things unimaginable, I see the other side of death
There is no turning back, there is no escape
I am forced, willed, commanded to look
Visions, ghostly apparitions, specters of past
Voices telling me what the future holds
I can't grasp it, too much information
Speak louder, clearer so I can hear you!
Oh no, they're gone as quick as they came
More voices, voices over voices
Words spoken, hardly heard.
I need to understand you! Tell it to me again!
Like a scent on a breeze the words float away
Why can't I hear clearly? Am I meant to understand?
The voices ever speaking, moaning, chanting.
My skeletal hands grasp my head within them
Shaking, whirling, writhing and turning.
How can I hear them? Someone help me please!
The voices still coming, still talking, still there
I listen with all my might.
The words heard but not comprehended.
Words sailing on the wind, sailing from distant shores.
Focus **** it! I scream to myself.
Not heard by anyone else, I feel lonely.
Sailing like a leaf on a stream.
The words float on by slow and true.
I still can't hear them clearly.
Tears trail from mind's eyes.
Long deliberate trails of silver.
Seen through the dark and gray.
The trails blend in with the floating river of words.
Gone never to be seen or heard again.
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