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Patient no 409, from the hill side mental asylum

Contributed by Euphoria on Saturday, 31st August 2002 @ 07:59:37 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

Your inquisition, how should I answer thee?
How I wish I were forever intoxicated.
Thus oblivious of fears,
And ignorant of tears,
Just the truth would leave my lips,
And a somnolence would hold my heart,
What shall I bear to thee?
That hungry whirlpool within me;
Which swallows my happiness,
My reason, my consciousness,
And leaves me alone with ugly remnants,
Of a deadly desire, a devious conflict,
It keeps asking me a preposterous question,
‘Who are you…who are you to be happy!
How dare you think of your measly existence?
Why should your existence be of any importance?
Who are you to matter?’
How…tell me…couldst I show thee?
That dark alley within my mind;
Where my fear stands on either side,
And hisses at me and jibes,
As I struggle to escape outside,
Demons and bullies of the soul,
Question…only questions with in me;
You know my deadly desire to die,
Didn’t come from any self-sympathy,
Stand in my shoes…be in my place
And answer inertly these questions each day,
Then tell me;
Would you not want silence?
A silence in its deepest sense,
When you are over exposed consistently,
And in the end you’re stupefied,
When you don’t have one bloody answer,
To all those god dam questions inside!
I’m sorry I’ve hurt you,
With my sudden states of disruption,
Vacuum and confusion,
But how shall I explain?
I cannot let you in,
The ugly hell with in,
I can’t let that whirlpool swallow you,
I can only look at you,
From the other side of this broken bridge,
Only wishing that you would wait,
I have but one question to ask of thee,
When will I end?
When will it sleep?

Copyright Â© Euphoria ... [ 2002-08-31 07:59:37]
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Re: Patient no 409, from the hill side mental asylum (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Thursday, 28th November 2002 @ 07:53:06 AM AEST
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a fine write

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