A Nutter#s Lament
Contributed by
melis
on
Thursday, 10th October 2002 @ 03:15:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I’m a cutter I’m a cutter,
I can slice through flesh like butter,
I can make my life signs flutter,
Drop my heartbeat to the brink.
I’m a popper, I’m a popper,
I’m a pill and tablet dropper,
I’m an on the carpet flopper,
As from consciousness I sink.
I’m a splatter I’m a splatter,
Scrape me up onto a platter,
From what height it doesn’t matter,
As long as it’s done with grace.
I’m a burned out schizoid loner,
Like a dog without its owner,
I’m a Tardive Dyskinesia groaner,
With drool all down my face.
I’m bi polar, I’m bi polar.
I’m a fizzy, frothing cola,
A manic super nova
Beyond the stars and away.
Then down to the floor with a smack,
And plug me in the mains and stand back,
While I convulse and contort on their rack,
And dance the E.C.T. boogie all day.
…And so I’ve pondered a lot of late,
If any of the above will be my fate,
I’ve even prayed I don’t go mad.
Just silliness really, and somewhat sad,
As if, somehow, I can earn the right,
To keep my mind intact, and fight
The devils inside that tease and taunt,
The ghouls and ghosts that seduce and haunt
A patient child whose one great vanity,
Is to cling like a vine on the edge of insanity,
Copyright ©
melis
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2002-10-10 15:15:00] (Date/Time posted on
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