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The Mental Disease
Contributed by
Damian
on
Wednesday, 4th January 2012 @ 02:14:35 AM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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These voices in my head do never rest
They scream for more
More pain, more bloodshed
I am left to suffer, locked up
Locked in the bitterness of this disease
The disease in my own mind
The four walls of my mind take such a battering
The disease, it fights
It fights to kill
I see your faces, among faces of the devil
He tells me to kill, and takes no objection
If I do not do his bidding he hurts deep
Deep inside my head
I am a prisoner of my own mind
You lock me up, out of your way
What am I to you?
I am a piece of meat
Worthless of the life I live
You turn a blind eye to anything I give
You have no idea the pain I feel
Every day the piercing does come
I long for a life, without this evil
I want to be looked at,
Looked at like I am worthy of living
The judgement I get you will never believe
The reactions I get you will never receive
If you all felt what I felt
Maybe you would be weary of the pain
The pain you dealt
Right now I feel my concentration slipping
What monsters of mind will hunt this time?
I am scared, with no one to turn to
I am falling, with no hand to hold
I plead, but of course no one listens
Who would listen to the prayer of a mental man?
You know what they used to do with babies of my nature
They killed them cold
For being a child of the devil
The young, our unprotected
We have moved on from this murder
But still our brains remain underdeveloped
To underdeveloped to let go of differences
And grasp the secrets of equilibrium
The yin yang is the sign of equilibrium
The essence of life’s journey
With every dark thought, meaning, action
Comes a bright reaction
All I seem to bring out is the dark essence
Even my own mind turns dark on my own self
So heed this word of advice
There are many cultures in this world
Many beliefs, many religions
But only one way to travel through life
Respect, trust, honour
Trust yourself
Not these religions
Your judgement of right and wrong is far better
Far better than the words of a god
A being that no longer walks with men
The best step towards a better world
Is the practice of responsibility for your own self
I manage to see like this
Even with my mind disease
Surely human society is not so naïve
So naïve to be blind to such a problem
I fight the devil, against pain unbearable
Whilst you run away from truth and problems
The world will never change
Copyright ©
Damian
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2012-01-04 02:14:35]
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Re: The Mental Disease
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by angelus8663 on
Wednesday, 4th January 2012 @ 05:45:56 AM AEST
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| truly excellent write. You have taken on a difficult subject and handled it very well and i couldn't agree with you more about traveling through life with respect, trust and honour. Really well done |
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