Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Plenty of sleep when I'm dead. Part 1

wandering through the landscape of my mind

i feel lost here

ideas abound

creative concepts float

yet i am alone

yearn for company

so alone

the music playing offers no comfort tonight

the silence around me is deafening

struck with a thought that hurts

a few actually

then some more

i clear my landscape

try to start over

they return

i run

being stalked by these painful thougts

they track me like wolves

surrounding me

backing me into a corner

i am made to face them

............

the maze of my mind

filled with darkness

depressing lack of light

haunted by bad choices

paranoid of the concequences

ones i pay for now....

some yet to come

...............

my creative mind

you want it?

im weary of it

"you have a great imagination"

ill trade it in for a boring one

especially tonight

..........

earlier surrounded by friends

now...

here i sit alone in the dark

slapping away at this keyboard

wishing i could drain the pain of

an almost forgotten hate...

creeps

grows

that face

those feelings

clawing their way into my mind

so easy to give in

get pissed off

that is where i am comfortable

"when empty, dispose of me properly"

we joke about it at lunch

a friend and i

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