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Neil Waldron Aug 2010
click click click.
i love to take pictures.

tick tock tick.
time goes by, the clock reasures.

***** sock sick.
our washer is broken.
nothing but boredome i kno its no good haha
Kira Alice LeMay Apr 2017
Rays of light come flooding through the imperious darkness
revealing befor all the surreptitious intentions of felicitous demons
desperate remnants of a once resonating happiness desperately pursue  catharsis from the ever growing  parlous
leaving feelings with no meanings, streaming as the wind carries
the unsung screams of tomorrow's treasons

unconfirmed the pain remains you suffer here  in silence
self medicated poison rots the veins only fueling the violence
schizophrenia soon defines the mind as you try not the panic  
overdrives on over time no desires in living this life constant full auto-manic    

The had you committed and pumped full of pills
medicated vegetated heavily sedated numb to their wicked ways
depression presents new obsession crimson river overspills
burning bridges cutting ties desperate attempt to save their lives
terrified you've justified your plotting their  demise you haven't slept  for days


locked away tightly secure confines of a blood stained straight jacket secured within its stitches carefully woven with malicious and vicious vision sewn together with my many  bad habits
  padded  walls with delusional and falsely portrayed securities beleaguer and besiege my mentality
Silently I transverse franticly the many hidden truths depicted in my mental abnormalities

white coats prep me they plain to steal my fears
a botched lobotomy tried to steal the voices that have plagued me many years  
luckily they hide away deep within the shadows of my insanity
its not I thats ******* up its you how is crazy
no we will never worry about what its like to feel lonely

.

my memories have long be replaced with hallucinatory obscurities  
contemplating my  revgen for my friends they've tried to steal
I found a sharp rode tucked neatly behind my bed
I waited all day and well into the night once they gave the go ahead  I stabbed the orderly in her ear I can tell happiness had replaced the sadness my friends held dear
I suddenly panicked I just knew that doctors were going to **** me a belief transcending all rationality as my thoughts became foggy and  unclear  
and little to no relief would come to ease my mind even fortified in a  barricaded asylum

I can taste all the anger and hatred they had the fueled their desires to end my existence
beating and shooting trying  to destroy my fortress  I remember I chuckled at their persistence  
its was then that my friends insisted hey can help me to escape
saying its the least they could do for revenging their honer

I packed my bag for a far off distant travel to another planet where I can control my own fate
no one to call me crazy no one who wants me dead
no one to to try and take my friends from my head
and the lead me to a bathroom and said it is here I will find
a wormhole visible to only those who share my mind


broken shards of a bathroom mirror litter its jagged remains
circling like vultures around my still lifeless corpse that reflect how I see my diseased brain,
taunting images dance within each fragmented shard accurately depict my insecurities and jaded memories from a time once so long ago
exposing to me inhumanly visions vividly placed inside my mind with surgical precision  
impulsiv dishion clouded all from my vision
and I peered deeply into the eyes of my soon to be God
a wormhole opened up within this  ring of misconstrued fragmented views of defeat portrayed from my tired darkened eyes  
it is with this last ditch effort I pray to unshackle what remains holding me into this existence  as gods smile reasures me  form within fragmented shrapnel  
I bare down with all of my might tearing flesh in my ears begin to resonate severing  my wrists on my broken and shattered reflections perfectly reflecting to portray all imperfections

— The End —